War Of Hearts ━━ 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒐𝒗. [ O.H ]

𝖎. a travel across the fold.

☀︎︎ WAR OF HEARTS!
ACT ONE!┃CHAPTER 1
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VALARIE WAS DREAMING again. She woke up abruptly, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. The nightmares plagued her head every night. The Heartrender hated it, but there was no end in sight.

Most nights, she lost sleep because of the reoccurring nightmares. Once Valarie got her breathing under control, she tossed and turned in her cot, trying to earn some sleep back.

"Valarie, c'mon! You were supposed to be helping train the students 15 minutes ago. You're already late!" the familiar voice of Aaron exclaimed impatiently, standing right outside the tent. Valarie silently groaned.

"You okay Valarie?" Claudia's concerned voice called out. Valarie mumbled a response, looking around her tent for her kefta. Once she was dressed properly, Valarie walked out of her tent, and was greeted by the bored face of Aaron Orlov. Claudia Maletev was standing next to him, a relieved expression on her face when she saw that Valarie was alive.

"Lets go, you slept in for so long." Valarie almost laughed. If only the Fabrikator knew she did everything but sleep. "Nazyalensky'll be more pissed off if we're late any second longer," Aaron said hurriedly, tugging on Valarie's arm. Typical Aaron. The Fabrikator despised being late; he always found a satisfaction being right on time.

He was always precise with his actions. When it came to designing a model or coming up with chemical formulas, Aaron never failed to do so.

After getting a quick snack, the Fabrikator practically dragged the girls to the outdoor training center, where Zoya had students practice their power. It wasn't long after until Aaron had to leave because an Alkemi needed his assistance. With a disgruntled look on his face, the Orlov boy left the scene.

"Where have you been?" Zoya asked through gritted teeth. "I have been covering for you for the past 20 minutes." the Squaller turned her head to face Valarie. "You owe me."

Valarie sighed. "I know."

Extending her arm out, Claudia flicked her fingers for a spark. A fire ignited on her glove, and she threw the flame at the dummy. The Inferni watched with a satisfied smile as the practice dummy caught fire.

"Nice. Good, good," Zoya said, extinguishing the flame with ease. "Again!" the Squaller commanded.

Valarie dozed off. The cold air rustled through her hair, shouts from the First Army coming from every direction.