Amelia
As I approached the open field where the training was taking place, I could hear the familiar sounds of combat, the clash of bodies, grunts of exertion, and the occasional bark of instructions from the trainers.
My stomach clenched with familiar anxiety. Even after days of training, I still felt like an outsider here, as if I were intruding into a world not meant for someone like me.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
I turned to face Henry, my chin lifting instinctively while my heart was beating fast. He stood about ten feet away, his arms folded across his broad chest, his eyes filled with anger.
I replied in a confident tone, my voice steady and unwavering, I knew he was expecting to see fear, but I refused to give him the satisfaction.
“I’m here for training, same as
