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For the next few weeks, my days were very similar to that first day of training. I slept in the cabin with the other kids, ate to my heart’s content in the empty dining hall, and trained with Ariadne. Training was much the same every day. As the other kids did who-knows-what with their own weapons, Ariadne trained me personally. She made me do various strength exercises and practice some basic fighting. Sometimes I would fight against the others, but most of the time I practiced my newly-learned moves on practice dummies and targets. Ariadne would stand there, arms crossed, watching me with her sharp eye and critiquing my form. I often wondered what she was really thinking when she looked at me like that. I hadn’t forgotten my strange first day of training, and I was sure that she hadn
