Previon: Academy for the Gifted

Chapter 3 - Reyna

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Timing is everything. Reyna always woke up promptly at 5:30 every morning, and took a 10-minute shower. Then, she'd brush her teeth and get dressed in an outfit that she has set out the night before. By then, it would be 5:44, and she'd take 5 minutes to put her hair in its usual double-french braids. That left her with one minute, which she used to allow herself to search for facial imperfections.

5:50 - Time to eat. She'd walk downstairs and greet Varion, one of the hounds, the one that had belonged to her mother. He always liked to sleep on the stairs. She'd get into the kitchen and make herself a plate consisting of 2 eggs, and three slices of bacon. Always the same every morning, thanks to the animals that they kept on the farm.

6:05 - Her father walks in the door with Hex, his hound. His dark, coffee-black skin is usually covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the morning sun, especially if he decided to go on a run that day. He'd smile at her, and she'd smile back. She'd be done with her food at that point, and would then take it to the kitchen to be washed.

6:10, and she was ready to go out with her father and train.

Reyna took her gift very seriously, unlike some of the teens her age. The gift was a blessing and an opportunity. Not everyone had The Gift. Even fewer had powerful ones.

Her gift was simple. Any weapon she picked up, she could properly use, and however she aimed it, it fell true. She could kill anyone, really, as long as they weren't expecting her.

Her father would take her out back, way out in the fields that they owned. There, he had set up multiple dummies. This morning, he offered her a dagger and a crossbow.

In not but 3 minutes, she had determined the best ways to reach the vital points, and had knocked off the heads of three of the dummies, had arrows littering five, and a dagger lodged in the heart of the 10th.

Her father nodded.

"Very good, Rey." His voice was soft, and soothing, filled with warm undertones. It made her feel safe. "Your timing was impeccable, as always."

This made her stand up a little straighter.

"Thanks, dad."

He smiled broadly.

"You're sure to get into Fighter Class, I just know it."

Reyna huffed.

"What else would they do with me? My gift was made for battle."

Her father chuckled a bit, smile still present.

"Yes, but don't forget, you still have to take classes like mine."

Reyna nodded dully.

Her father was a history professor at none other then Previon. He talked about weaponry, and battles that have long since passed. He taught them about old martyrs and famous warriors. He also taught the medic class and the mental class, all different historical things that would help them with their training.

"We have history so it can teach us." He liked to say. "There are some parts of history that should not be repeated."

Reyna understood that she did, but...she didn't believe that it was that necessary.

Fighting was what was important. It's what she was good at. It gave her that rush of adrenaline, that feeling of flying. She'd never tell that to her father, though, for fear of insulting him.

"We're going to need to finish early today. 1st-year orientation begins earlier than regular classes."

Her excitement restored, Reyna nodded quickly.

She was ready. Previon was the place for her, she just knew it.

Momma? She questioned, looking up at the sky. Can you see me? Do you see what I'm doing, where I'm going? I hope I'm making you proud. No, I will make you proud.

Please, be watching.

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Sorry for posting so late, I've been in a bit of a tizzy trying to find a way to send my chapters to my wonderful Beta, Karri_Kai , whom I love very muchhhhhhhh❤️

Because this is so late, imma post the next chapter as well. Now you'll have me y'all of the main characters! ;)

Ciao,
Otaku