The Triplet's Bullied Mate
Elowen's POV
The training arena buzzed with a primal energy, a low, vibrant hum that permeated the very air. The scent of scorched earth from previous sessions mingled with the sharper tang of sweat and unspent adrenaline, a heady mix that both grounded and excited me. Students lined up in various pairs, some already engaged in rigorous sparring, the rhythmic clang of practice blades filling the space, others stretching, their movements fluid and practiced. Their chatter was a low murmur, but it was charged, thick with an unspoken anticipation, a collective sensing that something was simmering just beneath the surface, poised to erupt.
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