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       #Post#: 407627--------------------------------------------------
       Raging Storm
       By: guest1383 Date: September 26, 2016, 12:29 pm
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       His home was exactly like they had left it: chaotic and
       miserably hot. Her skin quickly became sticky and her hair
       obtained some abnormal curl to it due to the horrible humidity
       of the place. Despite the heat, the world around them flourished
       with greenery, complimented by colorful plants that hung in the
       backdrop next to mountains that lined the horizon. But none of
       that was what had drawn Winter here.
       The palace in which they stood in was immaculate, lacking
       nothing in terms of royal grandeur. At her feet, golden spirals
       intertwined with marble, paving the entryway. At the center of
       the room stood proudly a phoenix statue with rocky imitations of
       fire molded around its wings and parted beak. It would have been
       beautiful if it were not tainted with the memories of blood and
       death.
       Her thoughts were abruptly cut off by the rapping of knuckles
       against a stone pillar a few feet from her.
       "Blessed be the fire within you," said a white haired man with
       beady, blue eyes.
       He wore the ceremonial robes of a priest, with a colorful hat
       that covered his balding hairline. Heavier than most she had
       seen here, his wealth was evident in his rounded belly as well
       as the many rings flattering his knuckles.
       "And let you always rise from the ashes," she said, finishing
       the traditional greeting of his people.
       There was no fire within her. Only frozen fractals.
       Winter shifted, distributing her weight to one leg, and folded
       her arms across her chest, watching the man. She did not trust
       him or hardly anyone else from this realm. There was too much
       political struggle and too little advocates the vouch for those
       in poverty. Ambrose, despite being the next in the bloodline to
       rule, he was hardly interested in the politics which made him a
       weak candidate. But then, he was also very much still young.
       No matter the case, it was not her place to say anything. But
       she knew from the look in some of the peoples' eyes, some would
       much rather have Ambrose out of the picture so that they would
       be able to rule for themselves.
       If that were to ever happen, she feared what it would do to
       those without a voice. Without him, his realm would crumble.
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1220 Date: September 26, 2016, 4:45 pm
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       Home.
       To many home was a safe haven, a sanctuary away from the turmoil
       of life, but for him it was a place of endless responsibilities
       and work. When they reached the palace, already they were
       greeted by officials asking his permission or his advice for
       things.
       He had returned because something was not right, but it was now
       clear that he had been wrong. Everything was exactly the same.
       After the officials left, Tory, his advisor, knocked and then
       came in, spouting out the customary greeting. Before Ambrose
       could respond, Winter replied, butchering the tradition, but at
       least she tried. Because she did, he granted her an amused, half
       smile that did not quite reach his eyes.
       "What is it Tory?" His eyes flitted to the man's waistband, half
       expecting him to pull the dagger from it and attack.
       It was no secret the man hated him, but Ambrose kept him on
       trusting that his loyalty to the crown was stronger than flimsy
       rivalries, and also because he risked his own life in attempt to
       save his father.
       "The blood festival preperations are underway. We need your
       participation and also to decide the final competitors for the
       finale. It is rumored the Shange are entering their warrior."
       Ambrose's lips curled into a frown. If that were true, they were
       in trouble.
       "I'll decide soon. For now, Winter and I are going to go out and
       check out the site, I think," he replied, looking to Winter for
       her to agree or disagree.
       Tory placed his right fist over his chest and bowed before
       exiting. Once he was gone, he sighed and turned to Winter,
       running his hand through his hair.
       "I don't know why you came back," he said, studying her with
       curiosity hinting at his gaze. "It's all just business stuff. If
       you want to stay, you're more than welcome, but I have a lot to
       do."
       #Post#: 407641--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1383 Date: October 5, 2016, 10:50 am
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       When Ambrose looked for her opinion on doing whatever it was he
       had said they were going to do, she merely stared back without
       giving any indication to what she wanted. This was his kingdom.
       His home. She was merely a tag along guest. A guest that did not
       belong here more than he was aware.
       Once Tory had left, Winter methodically sidestepped his inquiry
       with one of her own.
       "What is the Blood Festival?" she asked, as they departed and
       went to look at the site he was speaking about.
       The air buzzed with untapped energy, like a volcano blowing out
       warning puffs of smoke. It was a wonder no one felt it,
       especially Ambrose. Maybe he did. It would explain why he was so
       on edge.
       Stone steps soon gave way to colorful brick as they came onto
       the path that led into the center of the kingdom. Unlike typical
       kingdoms with walls and fortresses, this was all open. Beautiful
       tropical plants and animals wandered freely down the streets
       beside the people. Their stunning culture was vividly showcased
       in the artwork strewn along the buildings of the marketplace.
       Nearly all of the people had olive colored complexion, which was
       a stark contrast to Ambrose.
       She eyed him then, out of her peripheral. His skin was tanned,
       much darker than her blinding pale skin, yet shades lighter than
       those around them. One of his parents clearly had not been from
       this tribe.
       "Winnie!"
       Out of nowhere, a pair if slender arms folded around her waist
       and hugged her as tightly as their maturing forms could muster.
       There was only one, ONE, person who could live after calling her
       that ridiculous nickname, and it was only because it was
       impossible to say no to those big, blue eyes.
       Winter smiled and hugged the small girl back, mindful of her
       current state. "Hello, Nioma."
       Ni grinned, looking up at her as her long braids fell around her
       bare shoulders. "You came back!"
       Winter patted her on the head. Normally she shied away from
       children or old people. They were much too needy and handsy.
       Also, they saw too much. It was hard to fool them.
       "Of course, what would your brother do without me?"
       Ni giggled and took her hand, leading her through the crowd that
       was busy shopping and working. "Everyone is getting ready for
       the blood festival. I made my own dress! It's blue, just like my
       eyes, Fifi said. Are you going to the festival?"
       Winter thought back to her own homeland. It would be best if she
       didn't stay. "No, I have to go home."
       Nioma stopped in her tracks, nearly causing Winter to plow into
       her. "But you can't yet! You have to enter the tournament!
       Please, Winnie! I don't like anyone else in it."
       The child's begging did nothing to help her confusion. Winter
       frowned and looked to Ambrose for answers.
       "What does it matter if you don't like them?"
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1220 Date: October 5, 2016, 11:06 am
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       He took notice of her refusal to give an outright answer go her
       being here. It intrigued him.
       "Yes, it's the annual festival where my people pay respect to
       the phoenix." He didn't look up at her as he focused his
       attention on the place around them. It was very busy today,
       making it difficult for him to get to the site quickly. But at
       least it was easy to blend in and remain under the radar. He
       took a sideways glance at the girl next to him. Winter was on
       edge beneath her cool and collected front. He could not
       understand why she was so uptight all the tiime, but they both
       had their secrets.
       "Nino, don't you have anywhere else to be?" he groaned. "Surely
       there's an unfortunate soul somewhere else you can torment?"
       She ignored him as her and Winter talked. He smiled to himself
       as he watched them wind in and out of the crowd together. He
       owed Winter everything for what she had done for him with his
       sister. He fell partially behind as the crowd thickened. As they
       neared the outskirts of downtown, it thinned enough to allow him
       to catch up to them. When he had, he immediately wished he
       hadn't.
       "Nino," he growled. "Winter is not old enough. Beside, the
       contestants are already chosen."
       Ambrose ignored those prying blue eyes from Winter. They were
       too much sometimes.
       "It doesn't," he answered her flatly.
       They had arrived at the site now and from the looks of it, not a
       moment too late. The workers were arguing and the arena was a
       mess.
       "Winter is old enough," Nioma argued.
       Like twigs, her arms dangled at her sides.  She was still
       recovering. Still so breakable.
       "That's enough, Nino. Winter does not belong with us. Go lie
       down some more. You shouldn't be out in thus chaos." There was a
       sudden commotion and then the entire East balcony that
       overlooked the arena shifted and crumbled in a heap of wood and
       nails. Along with all the other men, he cursed. "You two stay
       here. I'm going to go help."
       With that, he sprinted over to the other guys to help.
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1383 Date: October 5, 2016, 12:17 pm
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       Their banter brought to memory her own siblings, and with them,
       a bitter taste along with a painful pang of guilt. She ignored
       the pain and waited until it faded into the noise of the world
       around them. When Ambrose claimed she was not old enough, she
       raised her chin and met his gaze levelly.
       Why was he growing so agitated?
       It was true. She was sixteen. But she felt years older, as if
       somehow youth had skimmed over her. There was no going back from
       the hell of the past.
       Instead of joining in, she allowed him to think as he might, and
       then watched him power across the span of the area to where the
       trouble had ensued.
       "You are old enough," Ni insisted, tugging at her arm.
       Winter looked down at her. "How old do you have to be?
       Ni crossed her arms. "There's not a set age, but I heard they've
       had as young as nine before."
       "What is the tournament?"
       The child considered her seriously. "Its a ceremony. Different
       tribes as well as our own enters one girl. They all go against
       each other. The last one standing wins."
       That did not sound that bad. "Do they fight each other?"
       Ni shook her head and tugged at one of her brown braids. "They
       use knives and cut themselves. Whoever can get as much cuts
       without losing wins."
       "That sounds..." Barbaric. "... interesting."
       Ni nodded. "It is!"
       Winter quieted, deep within her own thoughts, as they watched
       the men rebuild the balcony. In the midst of it, she could see
       Ambrose helping. His shirt expanded as his muscles flexed
       beneath the heavy burden of carrying the wood.
       Winter cleared her throat. "What is the prize if they win?"
       Ni frowned at the question and kicked at the grass. "The winner
       marries my brother."
       -
       Sometime later, once all the preparations were in order, Winter
       caught up with Ambrose again. Apparently, there was to be a
       large ball of sorts to usher in the traveling guests and those
       in the tournament.
       Winter had no plans on attending despite knowing Ambrose would
       have to go. She would be wise to get what she came for and leave
       as soon as possible.
       "I'll see you in the morning," she would mutter to him.
       The conversation with his sister had soured her mood towards
       him.
       Not old enough? She was sixteen! And so what if she entered the
       tournament. Was she really that appalling? Not that she wanted
       to get married, but he would he lucky to have her!
       She could not bring herself to quite believe the last part, but
       she still didn't think she was that bad.
       Unless he already had eyes for someone else.
       Maybe that was why he was upset the one tribe entered a
       contestant.
       In the castle now, she found herself in the large library that
       kept thousands of old text and scrolls. She was in search of one
       in particular. It was the entire reason why she had come here in
       the first place.
       Yet, no matter how hard she looked, she could not find it.
       The night tarried on as the candle that illuminated the texts on
       the counter she was at, burned through its last few minutes of
       wax. She always felt like she was just one turn of a page away
       from discovering the answer, when the text left her hanging.
       "Winnie, I-"
       Winter nearly jumped out of her skin. Having been so deep in
       reading, she had not heard the young girl enter the library. The
       girl stood, holding a lantern with blue flames in one hand, and
       a mess of fabric in the other. Her dark hair was tied up against
       her head and a mixture of glitter and shine coated her dark
       shoulders.
       She wore an elegant, golden dress that was nothing short of
       fitting for royalty.
       All in all, she looked much better than when Winter had first
       met her.
       "Ni, what are you doing here? Isn't it late?"
       The child grinned. "The party is just getting started silly. The
       guests are coming in now. It's not too late for you to go."
       Winter looked back to the mound of research before her shook her
       head. "I'm reading right now, Ni."
       There came a soft, yet firm 'clap'. Winter turned and saw that
       the girl had seemingly stomped her foot. Given her short and
       thin stature, the weight of seriousness along her delicate
       features was all too amusing. It took a lot not to laugh.
       "Books can wait! Boys can't! Please, Winter, I don't want to be
       alone with Aim, he's just so bossy and you're a girl. I bet
       you'd let me dance with the prince of Nejeh if I wanted to!"
       The girl was very stubborn, Winter gave her that. "Look Ni, I
       don't want to interfere."
       Ni sniffled. "Please. I heard Tory talking to Geral, they said
       the contestant of Shange is very strong. It is likely she will
       get it."
       Winter frowned. Weren't they talking about going to a dance, not
       the festival? "Your brother will do well with whomever wins. He
       will make a good husband."
       Winter nearly choked at 'husband'.
       Ni shook her head fervently. "The Shange are a very cruel
       people. If they win, they will invade and take over. We will
       never be at peace. Aim thinks I'm too young to understand, but I
       heard them talking."
       Winter soaked in the information. Why hadn't Ambrose talked with
       her about it? She pursed her lips and eyed the thing in Ni's
       arm.
       "Is that my dress?"
       Ni beamed. "Yes! And it's your color!"
       -
       By the time the servants had detangled her hair and brushed on
       some suspicious powder onto her face, as well as forced her into
       the dress, the ball was in full swing.
       Winter stood at the top of the staircase, fidgeting. Ni giggled
       beside her.
       "Just copy me, you'll be fine. My brother is going to drool all
       over you."
       Frowning, Winter seriously doubted the girl's ability to read
       her brother. Winter was in no way looking to make anyone drool,
       much less someone who had more interest in a rock than her.
       In full confidence, Nioma strutted forward. The nine year old
       embodied grace in a strangely intimidating way as she descended
       the staircase. Winter took a breath and followed her.
       The light hit her as she stepped out, blinding her momentarily.
       As she came into view, the room hushed.
       Not that she could blame them, the dress was just plain
       stunning. Like blue fire, the skirt of the dress was darker than
       the top, but different hues of blue and black meshed together,
       flowing beautifully.  Whomever had dyed the material, had a
       crafty ability to mold the colours specifically to enhance the
       curvature of her body.
       Her white hair fell along her shoulders, barely reaching them in
       their short height. After her father had passed, she had cut it
       in attempt to shake off the past.
       She had not seen her appearance yet, but trusted the servants
       did a good job on her hair and make up.
       All eyes on her dress, she braced the crowd. She couldn't think
       of it as a dance, rather a battle. Breathing in through her nose
       and out through her mouth, she tried not think how ridiculous
       she looked sporting a dress much fancier and gawdy than her slim
       body could hold. Other women could pull of flashy attire, but
       she did good to hold her own in a hoodie and jeans.
       At the bottom of the stairs she looked out over the crowd. Here
       she felt like nothing more than another fish among a sea of
       sharks.
       Maybe she should go back and read...
       "Excuse me, may I have this dance?" asked a tall, handsome man
       with dreadlocks tied behind his head.
       She eyed the hand he held out for her. "I don't dance."
       Where was Ambrose?
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1220 Date: October 5, 2016, 3:18 pm
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       As was customary, he greeted the guests. There were many
       travelers and beautiful conestants, but his mind was too
       scrambled to notice. Playing the role of a diplomat was easy.
       Just make the women swoon and stroke the mens' egos and all was
       well. Tonight was different.
       Earlier he had spoken with Tory some more. Something deep down
       warned against trusting the man, but who else could he trust? If
       the Shrange won the tournament, not only would he have to marry
       as soon as the girl turned eighteen which was this coming week,
       but he would basically forfeit everything over to them. The
       contestant chosen from their own kingdom was talented, but she
       was no match against the Shange who trained all their children
       in combat. No. They needed another way.
       On top of everything, Winter was seemingly distraught. He was
       not even sure why. After working at the site, she seemed oddly
       mad at him. Maybe she was upset because he dragged her out
       there, despite having told her she did not have to go.
       He shook his head, determined to not dwell on it any longer.
       Just as he did, the room fell strangely quiet. He looked up to
       see his sister stepping off of the staircase and smiled,
       believing that everyone had silenced for her entrance.
       A man nudged another man in front of him and point to the very
       top of the staircase. He followed the direction and understood
       at once why everyone was speechless.
       It was Winter. She held herself well, with her chin fixed at a
       level that was not too low or too high, just perfectly placed in
       confidence. In fact, she appeared to be getting ready for war
       rather than for a dance. Her blue eyes shifted across the crowd,
       but whatever she was thinking was a mystery as usual. The dress
       hugged her curves like a glove, emphasizing what he had missed
       before. She looked as radiant as a goddess.
       He weaved through the crowd until he found her turning down
       another man. The man looked hurt, but took the hint and left.
       For some reason, it made Ambrose's chest swell up with pride
       when she turned the man down. "Winter? I thought you didn't like
       dances- or people."
       Before anyone else could sweep her away, he held out his arm to
       her.
       "Might as well make the best out of it, aye?"
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1266 Date: October 10, 2016, 1:03 pm
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       Naturally, her body relaxed as a familiar face came forward. She
       had to admit, he cleaned up well.
       To his question, she merely inclined her chin. For most, it was
       infuriating that she always seemed to keep her thoughts to
       herself, sharing as little as possible. As she accepted his arm,
       she looked for any trace of annoyance along his features.
       There was no denying the little twinge of irritation as they
       went together through the crowd. She was being stubborn, but she
       could not help herself. He thought so little of her! It was
       shallow of him to judge her by her age. Had she not proven how
       capable she was, to him?
       "Radiant, child," said a man in tribal ceremonial attire, as he
       stepped in front of them, blocking their path. He was short,
       hardly a foot taller than Ni. "Simply radiant. Are you here as a
       contestant as well?"
       Winter eyed the man as a sense of familiarity sank into her
       bones. Not being able to place the man was like having an
       untouchable itch.
       "No." Whoever he was, she did not trust him.
       But then, she did not trust anyone.
       "Jayle! Why there you are! Talking with the prince and-"
       The next man who had joined them was much taller than the first.
       His cheeks were red, no less as a result of the alcohol in his
       hand.
       "Winnie!  I can't believe it's you!" the man exclaimed,
       startling her.
       "Winter," she corrected, glaring at the man.
       The man cleared his throat and adjusted his position so that he
       was standing up straighter. "My apologies. Ni never said your
       full name. I'm internally grateful for what you did."
       The other man gawked at him. "What are you talking about?"
       "Will you excuse me?" Winter asked, removing herself from
       Ambrose's arm and leaving the conversation.
       It wasn't a secret. She had saved the princess. No one really
       knew what had happened since the only ones present were that
       man- her advisor in court-, Ambrose, Ni, and her. People had
       heard rumors, but given the gravity of the situation, no one had
       leaked too much information.
       It did not feel right. Why should they praise her for saving
       someone's sister when she had helped kill hers?
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1220 Date: October 14, 2016, 9:11 pm
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       The room was too crowded for his liking. He bumped others with a
       man as he took her hand into the crook of his arm. Her hand was
       soft and cool, like always. The coolness of her skin did not
       bother him. He was always too warm anyway. When he was a kid,
       his parents always thought he was feverish, but it was always
       just his natural temp.
       It also didn't bother him that she was so quiet, but it did
       bother him that she was always keeping things to herself. Jayle
       stopped them and commented on the way Winter looked. His grip
       tightened on her. If it wasn't for politics, he would not stop
       long enough to entertain the man.
       "No," he said in unison with Winter. "She isn't. She's just
       visiting."
       Then, another came up. As his sister's adviser, he was around
       often, talking too much and being too nosey. It was quickly that
       things escalated and Winter excused herself.
       "Winter," he called after her, but she was already gone. "I
       think that's enough alcohol for you. Go home."
       He glowered at the man before heading off to track down Winter.
       It didn't make sense why she would get so upset. She did save
       his sister. Something told him she was not just being modest.
       "Hey." He caught her by the wrist when he had finally reached
       her. "You okay?"
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1266 Date: October 14, 2016, 9:33 pm
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       Ambrose's voice stalled her in her stride and she turned to him,
       following the pull of his hand on her wrist. His skin seared
       into hers. It never seemed to bother him how cold she was, but
       it felt uncomfortable to her. The fire at his fingertips coursed
       through her icy veins like an electrical current.
       "I'm fine," she insisted. "I'm thirsty. Where is the-"
       A scream drowned out the remainder of her question. Suddenly,
       the room exploded into chaos and people began running to the
       center of the room. She frowned at him and then sprinted over to
       where people were gathering. Squeezing through the crowd, she
       eventually saw why everyone had freaked out. Hunched over, a
       girl in a yellow gown was holding her stomach with golden liquid
       leaking from the cracks between her fingers.
       "She's bleeding!"
       "Who stabbed her?"
       "Get a towel! We need a healer!"
       Winter was capable of healing, but she knew nothing of their
       health. The only one she had healed was Se-
       "Move!"
       A woman emerged from the crowd, holding a messenger-like bag
       with the symbol of a phoenix on it.
       -
       A few hours later, she found herself in the throne room,
       standing beside the throne as if she belonged there. No one
       seemed to notice, except for Tory who already despised her, no
       matter what she did.
       "This is not good," a man stated the obvious, pacing the floor.
       A few others nodded or agreed vocally. It was some time until
       she figured out why they wet we so upset.
       "You know what this means."
       "Its a grave situation. I fear-"
       "Phoenix don't fear!"
       "Well I fear. What does that make me?"
       "A deit. That's what!"
       What is a deit? She shook her head.
       "Without our contestant, they will surely win."
       Ah. There it was.
       "We have no one else. She was the strongest."
       "What about, Valia?"
       "No, Xim."
       "There is no one." This time, an old man spoke. He had kept
       silent through it all until now. By the way he silenced the
       room, she could tell everyone respected him most. "We prepare
       for war."
       They all hung their heads, silently accepting the cold hard
       truth. Winter was not so disappointed.
       "Wait! We have someone!" Ni shouted, coming into the room.
       Winter looked behind her, wondering if Ambrose was close behind.
       He had stayed to make sure the people calmed down including
       their not so friendly guests. "Winter!"
       The princess threw her hand up and pointed her index finger at
       Winter. Winter glared. She had purposely picked the spot
       furthest away possible to go undetected. She had spoiled her
       plans.
       All eyes turned to her, then an eruption of questions.
       She did not move. In fact, she barely even blinked an eye at the
       men. Tory was glaring, the old man was watching her with
       curiosity, and all the others looked at her with doubt. The
       chorus of voices were shut down by a simple flick if the old
       man's wrist. She had to admit, she liked the guy.
       "Are you able to fight?"
       She nodded. Yes. She could fight.
       "Then it is decided! She will fight!"
       The room exploded again. This time, with shouts of joy.
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       Re: Raging Storm
       By: guest1220 Date: October 14, 2016, 9:45 pm
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       Everything unfolded quickly. Before long, he found himself
       separated from Winter again. He had to take care of the
       situation at hand, starting with clearing the ballroom. The girl
       fell into unconciousness and there had been no witnesses, making
       it impossible to get a lead on the culprit behind the stabbing.
       After it all was settled and people had left, he went to join
       the elders and officials in the throne room. They were sure to
       be upset.
       But when he arrived, they were anything but. Overjoyed even.
       He came with a puzzled look. Winter stood beside the throne and
       all the men were cheering and talking with each other.
       Nino ran up and tugged his arm. "Winnie is going to fight!"
       His went cold. "No."
       Nino pulled away and put her hands against her hips. "She said
       yes."
       "Oh did she?"
       He crossed the room, ignoring everyone as he went. When he
       reached her he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room,
       onto the outside balcony. There, he shut the doors behind them.
       The moons shone bright in the night sky, painting her skin with
       their red and blue glows.
       "You can't fight. Are you crazy? This isn't a game, Winter. You
       are too young anyways. I will not allow you to fight. What would
       your family say? You won't last with these fighters. They have
       trained their entire lives for this. You just got done with
       school!"
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