Trent's POVOur first real test came weeks later. I had arranged for it, it was the test that would show if these people had been following me. If they had learned a little more than normal, if they were even learning at all or those drills were wasted.The test was a warehouse, a poorly guarded warehouse. It was a temporary supply chain. It held supplies for merchants. Weapons meant for protection, not war.The goal was simple: get in and out without being noticed, loot and cart away as much supply as we can without getting caught and most importantly don't kill anyone.And that was all we did.The raid was quick and lean. The twins moved like animals they were, everybody's primal. instinct took over. We left with weapons, food, and armor.For the first time since my exile, I laughed.It felt good. It felt exhilarating.By the time we reached thirty, I knew then that this wasn’t enough.Thirty fighters, even hardened ones, could not tear down a kingdom.The goal was not a mini rage
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