Reborn Of The Moon
Rain drummed softly against the windows of the Moonspire’s east wing, where young Ariya stood barefoot, the cold stone seeping into her toes as she held her stance, fists raised, eyes fixed on the woman in front of her.
“Again,” her mother said, her voice calm, almost gentle, but her eyes sharp as moonlight.
Ariya sucked in a breath and attacked.
Her mother stepped aside, catching her wrist with practiced ease, flipping her over her hip and onto the padded mat with a thud. The impact knocked the wind from Ariya’s lungs, but she clenched her jaw, rolled to her feet, and faced her mother again.
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