Rhea
The courtyard of the Academy of Luna’s Fang was a pressure cooker of sweat, testosterone, and sharpened weapons.
My lungs burned from just standing there, smelling the ego radiating off these pampered warriors.
An instructor, a man with a face like a slab of granite, stepped onto a wooden platform. He didn't bother shouting. His voice just seemed to crawl right into my skull.
“Good day to all the rookies. This is training that would determine if you would be accepted into our great academy. You are going to be running an obstacle course," the stone-faced bastard barked. "It will be in three phases. You finish in the top thirty, you stay. You fail, you get hauled out by the guards and dumped in the mud. Don't look for mercy, because I didn't bring any."
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