The snow had stopped for three days.
From sunrise to sunset, the training grounds at Blackriver were filled with footsteps and the clang of weapons.
The new refugees could keep up with the basic moves now. They were still a little clumsy, but the terror in their eyes had faded.
I stood on the wall, watching them below.
Kael was in the center of the field, demonstrating a side block. He moved so fast I could barely see it, but every step was perfect.
Theron was on the other side, coaching the younger warriors. His voice boomed: "Keep your feet steady! Don't just think about throwing punches!"
Kids chased each other around the edge of the training grounds. Their laughter drifted up on the wind.
It looked peaceful. But I knew better.
Helena climbed the stairs, carrying two mugs of ho
