Even though it's a story that's been told to me a thousand times, Icannot deny the swell in my throat when I think of my mother. It'san unquenchable inferno of pain, and agony, and memories, that Iblock off with a fractured wall. No weakness. Strength, only."Fight me," I say aloud, eager for a reprieve from this torturouswait. Sage furrows his eyebrows in hesitance."Go on, fight me," I repeat when Sage doesn't move. My fingerslatch onto his jacket as I tug him from the ground forcefully. Sincehis own Change two months ago, Sage has been wary to spar withme. It takes time after the Change to know your own strength, andI see his fear in injuring me."We've been through this. I'm not a pane of fragile glass, ready toshatter when I do fall. Besides, now fighting you is finallysomewhat of a challenge," I tease. His lips curve into a reluctantsmile as I guide him to a larger patch of grass."Fine. As y
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