New chorert member

Meet Neve

"Neve!" my father Jett  called and I knew the reason, time to join a cohort.
  I didn't bother to respond but stelth my wooden sword and left the old. A new weapon waited and the only way to receive it was rite of passage. This was the day I was waiting for all the training, watching and persistence paid off.
   "Neve.... Servolen?" Rayna the precor announced and I saw the confusion. My parents Jett and Laverna. I had no hope of chosen but the fifth cohort. Mom and dad both have dark hair, unlike them I have the light color. Yellow blonde with ocean eyes my name was unknown. Only to those in the outskirts I was known, my reputation gave many luck; good or bad. I was born in a year of wonderful thriving, by that mom named me Neve which means betrayal.