Aisla’s POVIt was finally evening, and the sky was turning dark with streaks of orange and purple. The arena was already filled with students, their excited voices echoing everywhere. I could feel the vibration in the ground from their cheering, and I knew most of them were here to see me fail. I tried not to think about it. I didn’t need to. Their words didn’t matter. What mattered was me, my weapon, and the fight ahead.I gripped my weapon tightly, feeling the weight of it in my hands. My body was tense, ready, and alert. I could feel my heart racing, but this time, it wasn’t from fear. It was anticipation. I wasn’t going to let anyone look down on me today. Not the students, not the Dean, not the elder.“Focus, Aisla,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes for a brief moment. “You can do this. You’ve trained for this. You have to win.”The crowd’s voices faded slightly as I tuned myself to the task. I wasn’t here to please anyone. I wasn’t here to impress anyone. I was here to su
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