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Firian
Master Jovan laughed. “Run!” he yelled.
Determined to beat his record, Firian finished his second lap around the Academy. Although he had moved on to weapons training and more advanced techniques, Jovan still insisted on ending every session with the same laps around the building that had ended his initial lesson. Now, the new muscle Firian had gained over the past four years made him look bigger and more impressive than he had when he had first arrived.
He jogged to a halt. Master Jovan crossed his large arms as he looked down at Firian. “Well,” he said slowly, “you’re getting better.”
Those were some of the first words of encouragement he had ever heard Jovan say. Firian nodded as he caught his breath.
“That means you can do better tomorrow,” he said, disappearing again th
