Lincoln's POV:
The training grounds shone with mist, the air vibrating softly with the beat of the barrier in the air. Soldiers exercise in the distance, but the eight of us trained separately—by the immediate command of the High Seer herself.
I stood in the middle of the yard, sword unsheathed, Ignivar hovering in a silent dance of fire. Behind me, the rest of my friends shuffled like break down clockwork figures that no longer fit into place.
Sky practiced quietly at the practice range, his arrows flying so fast as he released it.
Amir attacked training dummies with more force than before, each hit ringing with frustration.
Crisha whispered prayers too softly to understand.
Akira hung in the shadows, Fenrir pacing like a caged tempest.
Ayaana and Star sparred, their movements unco
