Pretty Lies II

A second later, the loud hum of the holographic projectors resounded.

Stepping forward, I stood amidst the flickering targets, sword in hand, trying to lose myself in the familiar rhythm of combat drills.

My mind was a mess. 

When left with nothing to do, my thoughts never stopped churning.

If I wasn't thinking about yesterday, then I thought about Emir, theorizing what he had in store.

That was a problem that I had to resolve... I simply couldn't function like this.

So losing myself here was the only solution that I thought of.

Schwing!

Each swing and parry should have been more fluid, but today they felt extremely disjointed and clumsy as if I was fighting against more than just holograms.

Memories from the outpost surfaced uninvited, playing out in my mind with vivid clarity.

The chaos, the anger... the fear, the damn FEAR.

They looked at me with such unbridled fear that struck to the core.