Crown

Weston

Stay focused.

I swing around, once again clashing blades with Officer Mira. She repeatedly beats me in every match. "What's the point of this anyway?" I asked. "When the time comes," Mira sneered, "and you see one of those dirty Dradraleians..." She swiped through the air with her sword, slamming her invisible foe to the ground. I shuddered, hoping I would never get on her bad side. "Anyway, you must train more. I doubt your father would be proud of-" she eyed me "-this." I charged her, anger rushing through me. She didn't even blink as she blocked my blow, catching me in the stomach with her fist. "For that, Little Prince," she taunted, "you can run EXTRA while you're on your little--getaway." I rolled my eyes, preparing myself for whatever else she had in store for me. "Now, we begin again!" she said, putting herself in the 'ready' position.

Once training was over, I paced back to my quarters to pack my bags for our--what did she call it?--little getaway. Oh, the nerve of her. Just because she's the number one officer, she thinks she can boss me around-. I slammed my fist down on my desk. "Calm down, Weston. Take deep breaths." My mother's voice echoed in my ears. I thought about a time before all the fighting, when my parents were kind and caring. I couldn't help wanting those times back.