Short Stories

Training 2

It was not unusual for Pidge to train late at night when she was not on patrol, she liked the peace and quiet.
She could run drills in the arena without an audience, yelling at her to think or toughen up or to get back to her feet.
Training at night had never been an issue at all. She was safe there, completely.
Until she hit something a little too hard, dislocating her knee.
This lead to her falling to the floor with a scream. She was in excrutiating pain, writhing on the floor.
She had never been in this much pain in her life.
And suddenly it hit her.
That was the only noise.
Her own cries of pain.
She could not pull herself anywhere, the only exit was stairs.
She was alone. Until morning or someone found her.
The strong slayer who loved her peace and quiet now hated it, for it wasnt quiet anymore.
It was just agony.

((Sorry this was short and shitty, I'm tired and on my phone))