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Maxine's POV

I looked around the training ground and it was overwhelming. Despite my initial ginger to continue, I quickly realized how out of place I was. The other girls moved with such confidence and skill, that it was almost intimidating. Trying to emulate them, I picked up a training weapon that had fallen out of my hands.

I struggled to lift it, my arms shaking with the effort. Sweat trickled down my face as I swung the weapon clumsily, missing my imaginary target. I could feel the eyes of the other trainees on me, and their disdain was noticeable. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I forced myself to keep going.

"Focus, Maxine," I whispered to myself,

Composing myself, I began to watch them, trying to see if I could get it right this time. They moved with such precision and power;

"Hey! Concentrate.” he barked.

Hearing his words, I felt a cold wave of fear wash over me. My legs wobbled, and I nearly ran.

Nodding quickly, I readied myself and began again but then, my arms