MELANI'S POVRIVERSTONE PACKFive years ago.The first heavy drop of rain struck the stone courtyard, shattering into a star of cool water. Then came another, and within seconds, the sky opened, drenching everything in it's path.The blade of my sword moved incessantly cutting deep into the training dummy before me.Nevermind the rain, I wasn't going anyway, until I was sure, until I had mastered the act of swordsmanship.The rain soaked through my dress, plastered my hair to the back of my neck, blurred my vision, but that didn't stop me.Unfazed by what was happening, I adjusted my stance, boots finding traction on the slick, moss-dusted cobblestones.With a sharp exhale that mingled with the mist, I drove my sword forward. The steel whistled through the humid air, slicing through raindrops in a silver blur, before descending on the dummy.It's been months now, after the encounter I had with my mother in the training hall.Since then nothing has remained the same. We barely ta
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