It is unusually quiet. I had found a spare toothbrush in the drug cabinet but it seems like I am late for something as I walk through the empty halls.
I take the elevator downstairs and I finally understand why the building is empty, all the other girls are gathered outside with their instructors and they do not look like girls any longer, they all look like warriors.
The sound of blade sharpening against blade sounds through the air like a song, a song I am not familiar with. My stomach tightens as I realize how serious this is.
“You’re not weak, Amelia.” Zaria says softly and I try to smile.
“At least I'm good with an arrow.” I say trying to encourage myself. “I should train more, but it’s freezing, I don’t know how that girl is standing barefooted in the snow.”
The girl in particul
