She Gyod

~2

Super short, but enjoy?;)

"ON GUARD, RAQUELLE, FOCUS!" I desperately tried to blink the sweat out of my eyes. Too late, the sweat had entered, stinging my eyes and blurring my vision.

My trainer did a little twirl with his blade, while I watched with my eyes wide, he took advantage of the distraction and twirled his sword under mine, making me lose me grasp and causing my sword to drop down onto the floor, the sound of its impact resonating throughout the room.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" My trainer, Mr Egwer, a 40 year old man, screamed at me, clearly frustrated over my obviously distracted state during the whole practice today.

"Next week, NEXT WEEK is the Prova di valore , cammino di morte (Proof of value, way of death) already, and you are showing this kind of RIDICULOUS performance? Do you want to humiliate yourself in front of so many people?"

I mentally scoffed, he obviously meant that he himself, didn't want to be humiliated.

No pressure. Just fighting for my life and trying not to humiliate my trainer with my death next week. No pressure at all.

If I were to fail in the challenge given to me in the ring, he would have to live with shame for the rest of his life. Well I, would be, um- dead. It was a fight to the death after all.

The fight happened annually and it was a very grand event where people got to be killed. Yay, bravo. There would be a total of 7 fighters and 7 fights where all fighters would have to fend for themselves against the beasts that they were assigned to kill. It was to assure the leaders that we were more than capable of surviving in the wild, killing werewolves on a daily basis.

Im the only student that Mr Egwer got to train to become a discendenti dei gyods. (Descendant of the gyods). Since he was considered loony by an incident,(which was obviously too private...or humiliating to share since when I asked him once, he ignored me during training, not talking to me at all.) He seemed like the perfect teacher to teach a student who was just rescued from certain death and who has suffered much trauma, after losing the only things that she knew and were familiar with, all in wich happened within a day.

And of course, they wouldn't care about that.

In their eyes, I was just a newborn, starting out in life. I was no Gyod, no fighter. Just a regular, defenseless human. I vowed to myself that in the  soon to come Prova di valore , cammino di morte. I will prove them wrong and avenge my parents death. I will no longer be a nobody in any body's eyes.

I will be a killer. And all will fear me.

But, the other fighters and I did share one thing.

Our hate for werewolves.

And thus, it has led me to my predicament right now, three and a half years of blood, sweat and, of course, tears, when I would just wish that I was still living my old life, not learning how to fight for survival, not having muscle aches everyday, and still having my family with me.

Life just sucked for me doesn't it?

Sighing, I bent down to pick up the sword from the ground, again. Wincing as I bent down, the ache throughout my whole body weakened me even further, assuring me that I will not do well in the practices for the rest of the day. If I were to bend my back to have my hands reach the floor one more time, I swear my back is going to break.

Im not kidding, stop laughing.

"ON GUARD!" Mr Egwer shouted at me again. Grunting, I held the hilt of the sword in my hand and furrowed my brows in concentration, trying to decipher his next moves. I could only hope that this week wouldn't be my last. But you never know, everyday there is a certain chance that we will not make it through the day alive. You may be killed by a falling fruit while walking under a tree( Newton Reference ), accidents happen, right?