The training ground appears as a small circus to Niya. There is no discipline, no protocols maintained and only unchecked practice moves with lots of laughter. This is not normal, having so many voices speak in a training session. It is clear that they are amateurs. Niya has been down for a few hours lying on Chase’s bed while clutching her belly tight. The second dose of the medicine took some time to work its magic and as soon as she felt better she came to see the progress Chase and Marcus made. Apparently they failed!!
“You okay now?”
Niya turns to find Chase already sweaty and standing with a sword in hand.
“I am, but this feels like a meat market” She replies waving her hand everywhere.
“I know. But I am glad that they all show up at least” Chase says, shrugging.
“We have to make them listen now. You are the Prince, you should command them”
“I don’t want to command. Marcus is enough for that, but you have to ignite that wish to fight in their hearts”