Her back crashed against the soft mat for the sixth time that day, her muscles creaking in despair as she worked to sit up. It was Arabella’s first day of training and so far it had not been going too well.
“Get up, Bella!” Kylia barked, offering her hand down to her panting friend.
“Kylia,” Arabella exhaled, “can I have a break? Please?” Her muscles ached to the point where it hurt to move even a slight amount. Her chest hurt so much from the tumbles that she had already taken, that even speaking in short sentences ached. She had expected her training to be vigorous, slightly violent at times even, but she had definitely not been expecting this. She had been assigned to Kylia, who apparently was one of the best trainers that the Rogues had – no surprise considering her Father was the
