Chapter 24
Hope
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. It'd be fine, Hope.
Though I knew that wasn't the case. It has been over a week since I had resumed training with the Commander and horrible wasn't the right word to cover how I felt during and after the long mornings and sometimes late evenings.
Yes, I've been on a very tight schedule. Early mornings were for exercises, to strengthen my muscles, while afternoon and evenings were for actual training. Like sparring and weapon play. I had no skill whatsoever in any of the aforementioned sections. I always felt like dying while running around the field or undergoing torturous exercises.
I felt like crawling into a small space and hiding when it came to handling the rods. No one ever told me that a common long stick would
