Augusta's POV
"Keep it up, Noah. You’ve got this!" I shout, clapping my hands enthusiastically from the platform.
He's gritting his teeth, stretching to reach a higher rock.In just a few days, Noah’s once pale skin has turned brown from the sun, and he’s become noticeably fit. This guy used to be out of breath and drenched in sweat with the slightest movement, but now he's almost scaling the highest peak.
He hasn't made it all the way up yet, but he doesn't let failure bring him down. After falling onto the mat, he gets back up and tries again.
I admire his stubborn nature. He might look more like a scholar who should be debating philosophy, but he’s more resilient than the generals and soldiers who act tough around here.
His hand reaches the platform, and I find myself holding my bre
