[Featured by @YAFantasy and @Fantasy]
As the world of Aslurene descends into a political game between rebels and royalty, Danika Regime Goldheart struggles to find her place. Bred as a military Lieutenant of Midway, she deserted the Battle of Ozyrn...
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❝She remembered who she was and the game changed.❞
~Lalah Delia
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CRACK!
The thunderous roar of lightning as it rushed to crash into the ground had Danika press into her bed for relieving comfort, signing defeatedly when she found none. Her mind was plagued with nothing but thoughts of a certain green-eyed Lieutenant who seemed to have pleasure in making her life hell.
It wasn't surprising... Egan Bizeveron had always made her life as difficult as possible-- ever since she pulled that stunt in the training ring during the intermediate year of training. Though, in her defense, the green goop had fit well with his eyes... he seemed to have severely disagreed.
Becoming a lieutenant wasn't a simple application job. Every ten years, a new set of lieutenants are chosen in rounds, the five surviving the onslaught of constant challenges, guards, and fights kept every applicant on their toes. Only military soldiers could even try to be lieutenants; hence, everyone was an expert with a sword, and if they possessed any magical qualities, they had mastered them by then too. The ban on magic was fairly recent, so current lieutenants may have had magic; but future lieutenants couldn't, otherwise they would be dead.
Danika abruptly threw her covers off and slipped on her navy cloak over her shirt and pants, sliding on her boots before venturing out into the stormy, frosty night. The sound her feet made as they pressed against the rocky, frozen pathway was drowned out by the cracks of thunder blazing the dark skies. She needed to get out... she needed a break from her rampaging thoughts that did nothing to help her sleep. Her hands crossed over her chest as if it would keep in whatever heat she had left. The howling wind ruffled her long hair into a dark, midnight banner behind her while the icy rain dripped down her nose, occasionally splattering against her boots. The hood she had slipped over her head had long given into the force of the winds as Danika proceeded towards the stables.
Her hand blindly felt for the metal handle of the door. The rain made it almost impossible for her to see anything, the occasional flashes of thunder being her only light. She sharply inhaled as her hand grasped the handle, the chill slithered up her hand and spread across her neck and spine. She pried it open, but it was jammed, the snow that had gathered around the rolling mechanism had jammed everything. A flicker of panic arose and she ignored the chill, using both hands to pull with all her might, but it was stuck.
"No," Danika said as her hands pulled in desperation. If the door was stuck, the horses were very likely to panic and hurt themselves, "Bloody hell, open up!"
It didn't budge.
She spat out rainwater that had dripped into her mouth and quickly rubbed her hands together as the rain slid down her ears, nose, face, and hair. She braced a leg of the door frame before heaving in a deep breath and pulling with her body. Danika persisted, even though the door hadn't moved an inch, continuing to try and slide the door open. She let out a small shout of a challenge as the thunder once again cracked, illuminating her target.
