Just like the others wanting to become Valkyries, I arrived ten minutes early at the Barn. Nice and punctual, as it should be. The only person missing was the one girl that shouldn"t even be here. The Wood Elf. As expected.
I shook my head slightly as I leaned against the wall, making sure I left plenty of distance between me and my classmates. Nobody liked being crowded while waiting.
Even the teacher was already here, which wasn"t a surprise either. From her sharp nose and the elegant markings engraved in the side of her face, she was part of the East Wind tribe. Old too. Most women didn"t get markings until they"d been serving as a Valkyrie for at least three hundred years.
Whoever she was, there was no doubt she was a formidable woman and I was excited to learn from her.
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