There was a murmur of agreement from the us. Margaret’s eyes flicked over us, ensuring that we understood the gravity of the moment. “Now, let’s begin.”
The next hour was a whirlwind of activity. Margaret led me to the training grounds, where we would begin the first session. The sun was high, but there was a coolness to the air, the kind that only came with the promise of something heavy and life-changing. The space was open, surrounded by trees and wildflowers, with a patch of dirt where we would work.
“Jenna, help her get warmed up,” Margaret instructed as she set up a few targets.
“Warm-up, huh? Okay, Lyra, let’s see what you’ve got.” Jenna’s grin was back, but there was a new intensity in her eyes. She guided me to the middle of the space and stretched her arms above her head. “Fir
