I was on the floor, panting, completely drained and on the verge of fainting. I closed my eyes as my throat felt dry and breathing pained. It was Jaelith's voice, ordering me to stand up.
"Get up".
Gradually, I opened my eyes and swiveled my head to see her standing before me.
"You still have some practice left for today, so you need to train more. I know it's difficult for you right now, but it will get much easier soon."
Jaelith said once more, holding out her hand for me to grasp so I could stand up. I inhaled deeply, and even though my body was suffering terrible, I had to push myself a little bit more before I could take a break.
Grasping her hand, I got up, and sipped some water, though it was difficult for me to swallow. I was pushing myself past my breaking point, but I had to since I will soon be crowned queen of Nereidia, in four weeks, but first I need to get better at fighting and combat.
While I was here panting and breathing heavily for dear life, I looked over at Jaelith, who hadn't even begun to perspire.
Jaelith Orlova, my close friend, who is currently my trainer, is a highly talented Knight who possesses exceptional strength and ability with both swords and bows. She comes from a long line of warriors known for their bravery and honour. The Orlova family has a rich history of serving as protectors of the realm, and their ancestral home is located near a vast mountain range, believed to be sacred to the eagles.
Despite the fact that she is one year my junior is still significantly taller than me at 172 cm. Jaelith stands tall and athletic, with a frame suited for agility in battle. She has long, dark hair that cascades like the feathers of an eagle, often tied back during training. Her skin is sun-kissed, hinting at her outdoor training, and she has a few scars from her early training, each with its own story. Her piercing brown eyes that glow yellow like eagle's, reflect the sharpness of an eagle's gaze, often filled with determination and grace.
"After 4 hours of nonstop training, Jaelith, your strength is truly impressive; you don't seem tired or exhausted," I finally said, beginning to feel a bit more at ease.
She answered, grinning, "4 hours are nothing compared to how I am used to; my father has trained me for much harsher and longer." She usually has a smile on her face while discussing her father. Raised among the tales of her ancestors, Jaelith spent her childhood training with her father, a legendary knight. Jaelith has a close bond with her father, who supports her ambitions. while her mother taught her about the traditions and customs of their people, her mother often reminds her of the importance of tradition. This balance instilled in her a strong sense of duty and an appreciation for her heritage.
I grinned back, talking about Parents. I also cherished my father since, following the death of my mother, he was the only member of my family that remained. I remember vividly, five years ago, crying and holding my dead father's body when I found out he had been killed. Even after five years, I still think about him on a daily basis, uncertain about how I would manage without him now that I am to be a Queen.
I turned upon hearing a voice. "All right, time for a rest." I noticed Naemira approaching us.
Naemira Al-Asmar is a sorceress; we met as she travelled through all of Elysara, stopping at every kingdom. We were all quite young and got along well when she landed in Nereidia.
"Naemira," Jaelith yelled as she came to stand next to me. "It's time for a break, you two," Naemira said as she moved to stand across from us. "Yeah, yeah, we were about to stop either way," I responded, pleased to see Naemira. "You brought food with you?" Jaelith inquired while glancing at Naemira. "Yes, in this instance." Jaelith was given the basket that Naemira had brought with her.
Naemira has an exotic and striking beauty, with deep bronze skin and long raven-black hair that falls in soft waves or intricate braids. Her silver eyes, often glowing with a magical shimmer, are her most distinctive feature, hinting at her deep connection to the arcane. She wears elegant, flowing robes in dark hues, often adorned with silver or gold threads, etched with arcane symbols. Naemira carries herself with grace and quiet confidence, exuding both beauty and power.
We sat down to eat some food that Naemira had prepared for us. It felt lovely to have a tasty meal while the soft breeze caressed our faces, making the practice feel less taxing. Naemira and Jaelith conversed while I remained silent, observing them.
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