CHAPTER FOUR
MIRA
After the fourth day of being beaten unconscious by Dimétrian’s soldiers, Milos said he might get me some armor so that I would last longer and make things more interesting. They always came at me in a group to overwhelm me and Ree would heal me afterward. If only I could access the Ralahin, but magic was dead to me as long as I was stuck with the blocker bracelet on my forearm.
On the sixth day, I asked Milos about the armor. He tossed me a helmet, saying that was all I’d get. I took it. After two weeks, most of the soldiers had started to get bored with beating me down. They had their orders though, so they’d take turns and one or two of them would fight me at a time.
The weeks passed and I honed my skills. I took every beating as a lesson. My strength and endurance
