MADELINE'S POV
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"Come on," Atlas is grinning, eyes shining with a challenge. Both he and Colton have already discarded their shirts on a patch of green grass that is as soft as the clouds look. "I don't want to," I stare up at them, but Colton just lingers behind Atlas like he's using him as a shield, glancing over his shoulder now and then as if I were a threat, but he says nothing.
"Help me out, your sister needs to train with a sword." Atlas laughs, truly laughs with joy lining his eyes. Colton glances at me, then my arms, my legs and then back up at my face, "It does seem like it," He murmurs as if he were unsure. "I don't like it," I shrug, but it's a lame excuse. It's the worst ever. "Tell that to the enemy," Colton's eyes shudder with fury.
Is it because of my defiance, or bec
