The Harbinger of chaos

Unveiled Skills

Sebastian's eyes widened as he absorbed Millie's revelation. "Ten years old? That's... impressive, to say the least. No wonder you handled the Scourge like a seasoned pro."

Millie nodded, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "My adoptive father believed in preparing me for anything. He made sure I was exposed to various aspects of witchcraft from a young age."

Sebastian, intrigued, leaned in. "Tell me more about your training. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Millie chuckled. "It wasn't all about tricks. I learned different magical disciplines, combat strategies, and even history. My father wanted me to be a well-rounded witch."

Sebastian grinned. "Well, he certainly succeeded. I bet you've got more surprises waiting to be unveiled."

Millie shrugged playfully. "Maybe. But let's focus on the present. We're here to improve, and that includes both of us."

As they continued their conversation, Captain Reagan entered the dining room, catching the tail end of their discussion. She raised an eyebrow at Millie. "Advanced training, Juarez?"

Millie, undeterred, responded with a confident smile. "Yes, Captain. My adoptive father believed in preparing me for any challenge."

Captain Reagan regarded Millie with a mixture of sternness and approval. "Good. We need witches who are ready for the unexpected. Keep that mindset."

Sebastian, not one to miss an opportunity, chimed in, "Don't worry, Captain. Millie and I are ready for whatever comes our way."

Captain Reagan smirked. "We'll see about that. Just remember, training is about continuous improvement. Now, finish your meals. Tomorrow's another day of challenges."

Millie acknowledged Captain Reagan with a respectful nod, "Thank you, Captain." As she turned back to her meal, Sebastian couldn't resist teasing her. "I never thought our sweet Millie here had such a dark and mysterious past."

Rolling her eyes, Millie playfully nudged him. "Stop exaggerating, Sterling. It's just about being prepared."

Their banter was interrupted by Beth Swythe, who joined the conversation with a faux smile. "Well, well, Millie Juarez, the prodigy. I'm sure all that advanced training must be quite impressive to someone."

Sebastian, not in the mood for Beth's sarcastic tone, retorted, "Oh, spare us, Beth. Not everyone needs to come from a high-class family to excel."

Millie, maintaining her composure, responded to Beth with a calm demeanor. "It's not about where you come from; it's about the dedication and effort you put into your craft."

Beth Swythe, feeling the sting of Sebastian's words, decided to change the topic. "Well, Millie, since you're so advanced, maybe you can help us poor souls improve our skills."

Sebastian, sensing another sarcastic remark, intervened with a stern voice. "Enough, Beth. If you have a problem, take it somewhere else. We're here to better ourselves, not indulge in petty comments."

Beth, silenced by Sebastian's firm tone, huffed and returned to her own group. The atmosphere in the dining room shifted, but Millie and Sebastian continued their conversation, exchanging thoughts on the challenges they anticipated in the days ahead.

Captain Reagan observed the interactions from a distance, recognizing the dynamics among the privates. As she watched Millie and Sebastian navigate the delicate balance between camaraderie and competition, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The fort Shield witches were indeed a diverse group, each with their strengths and quirks, bound together by a common purpose – to defend against the looming threat of the macabress.