Caden's POV The training grounds are a mess, muddy from weeks of boots and weapons. Warriors are sparring, swords glinting as they move, and their breath creates puffs in the chilly morning air. I stand in the middle, just my shirt on, sleeves rolled up, gripping a wooden sword.Finn, a young warrior, is circling me, searching for an opening. He’s quick, eager to show what he’s got.“Your guard’s falling,” I tell him.He lunges at me. I sidestep and tap his ribs with the flat of my blade.“Again.”He resets, takes a breath, and approaches me slower this time, a bit more controlled. I block his swing, counter, and disarm him. His sword clatters to the ground.“Better. Keep your feet beneath you.”He nods and picks up his blade again.I glance over to the edge of the field where Maya is sitting on a bench, arms crossed, focused on me. She’s been watc
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