𝘚Ä𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘈𝘓: noun; a wish
In which Sienna transmigrates in Avatar as a character that doesn't exist in the original.
Pre Avatar - Avatar: the way of water
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Nírora slumped while heavily panting trying to catch her breath and not pass out from exhaustion.
Her muscles ached a lot from the effort and she questioned her mental sanity remembering how some time ago she had not only asked her father to begin training to be not only a warrior but a hunter too, and the way she immediately dismissed his worries about it, assuring him that she would make it.
At that moment she had thought that, being still a child, the training would be mild and easy...
Oh, how naive she had been, HOW STUPID SHE HAD BEEN.
She had signed her journey to Hell!
Because that could only be defined as hell, the punishment for her naivety and arrogance.
In fact, two months had passed since the start of the training and she was already at her limit.
Her father had taken her desire to be a warrior so seriously that he appointed the head warrior himself, Iskal, as her teacher and sometimes he too personally attended her training to observe her progress.
So, despite the tiredness, she had never stopped training: she not only wanted to make her father proud but she needed to be ready and strong for when the sky people will harm her clan.
She had to save her people, her home at any cost.
And so everyday, with that in mind, Nírora pushed herself to the limit: every time her legs were about to give way, sweat dripped into her eyes, or she was out of breath, she continued to push on, to train, because that was all what she could do to change the future, the only chance she had to save them.
"For today we can stop here" declared Iskal with poorly disguised contempt in his voice.
Hearing this Nírora dropped onto the floor, now exhausted.
Iskal coldly looked at her as if she was a bug.
"I'm disappointed, Nírora. Despite months of training, there have been no major changes. I honestly expected more from the Olo'eykyan's daughter.
Do you really want to be a warrior?
Prove it, IMPROVE.
Or did you think that because of your family you'd be served the position on a silver platter, huh? Do a favor to yourself, kid, and give up while you still can; you're young, the shame on your family won't be great "
His words were harsh; their intent was to hurt her and lower her self-esteem.
Iskal's attitude was not a new thing for Nírora: from day one the head warrior tried to make her give up, making the training harder and harder; putting her under increasing pressure; humiliating her on every occasion and always trying to make her feel useless, incapable.
