The next day, Ulora woke up. Beside her was clothing and breakfast. She got dressed. New brown boots, black leggings, black shirt, and a brown jacket. Then she called the group for training, first was Laurence.
"I want you to break these branches one by one. Go!" She said. Laurence broke branch by branch. He moved his brown hair aside, took off his jacket and began the 10th branch.
"Can't break it?" She asked. Laurence attempted a couple of times but couldn't break it.
"That's okay," Ulora said, she snapped the branch without trying. Then she started weapon choosing. "A good weapon should fit in your hands, not thin nor thick." She said sternly. Laurence tried the spear, ninja stars, and the battle ax but it didn't work. He picked up a two handed sword. Ulora took a good look at Laurence's hands with the sword.
"Perfect fit." She said.
Next, Ulora took a verbal test to see which position Laurence was in.
"Seems to me you are an attacker," she said sternly. "Every day at first breaking of light you will get up and meet me here." Ulora did this process to everybody, including Garroth.
"Next." Ulora called. All who was left was Zero.
"We meet again." Zero said quietly.
"Yes. We meet again." She said, but in an angry tone. They did the same process as everyone else did. As it turned out, Zero had the position of an oddfense attacker with double wielding.
"When the moon is rising, you shall meet me here. Understood?" Ulora was tired but still kept strong. She putted away her blade and started walking into the forest.
"Shouldn't you go to bed. You're very tired. You can grow more tired and faint." Zero softly said.
"I'll be fine, I am not tired, just stressed. Go to bed, you'll need it." She slowly walked through the forest. The darkness of the forest calmed the flame that burned inside. She transformed into her true self. Her wings were as black as darkness, her feathers were as holy as heaven a beautiful but deadly mix. She flew around the forest, thinking about Zero, Garroth, and Laurence everything they said.
WOOSH! Ulora spun around scanning the forest.
"Who's there!" Nothing, it was just the wind. She flew to the surface of the forest. A figure in the distance. She slowly flew towards the figure. The figure saw her and went below the leaves, she followed. The figure stopped. The person had a white cloak, black wings and feathers holy as heaven. The person took off his hood and turned around.
"U...Ulora?"
