If Stratagor Ziras doesn't kill me, my training program will!
Every day I wake up and go through the motions, but they've figured out that I'm not a Knight. I can't ride, I can't fight, I can't do magic, and worst of all, I can't see whatever it is...
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Months pass in a blur of activity. I wake up every morning greeted by Lenox, ride six unicorns, train with Trelix, have a lesson with either Sarpedon or Kyrbast, then come back to my room and study until I fall asleep.
This morning is no different than any of the other mornings. As soon as Lenox hears the Latuus birds sing, he sticks his nose in my face to wake me up. I'm not sure why he thinks it's his job, but I wish he would stop. Being bashed in the face every morning by a giant pegasus nose is no way to wake up.
Albína walks in, as cheery as ever. I eat and get dressed, the same as I do every day. I head down to the stables and efficiently groom and tack Stryder. Levise meets us in the riding ring. I do the same exercises I do every day. I learned to jump my unicorn some time ago and although it had initially thrilled me, now I'm just bored. It's hard keeping my mind occupied when I'm stuck atop a unicorn, riding in circles for what has to be six to eight hours a day.
I wash the last unicorn down. I used to be proud of myself for being able to make the unicorns sweaty, but even the thrill of that went away some time ago. When I finish, I mindlessly walk to Trelix's office.
As usual, he's leaning back in his chair with his feet on the desk. I grab the picnic basket and unpack it. It's some kind of sandwich. Trelix loves American food and he does his best to replicate it. Today's meal might have been a struggle to prepare because the meat is blue.
"You know," I say as I break off half of my sandwich and add it to Trelix's plate, "there aren't many blue foods on Earth."
"Really?" Trelix says, astonished by this unknown Earth fact.
I nod. "There are some artificially-colored candies and things like that, but the only natural blue foods I can think of are blue corn tortilla chips and blueberries."
"Huh," he grunts.
"How's Felger?" I ask through a mouthful of sandwich.
Trelix eats half his sandwich in one bite and then spits crumbs at me while he explains and chews at the same time. "My son and his idiot friends thought they would test the strength of the statute on the corner by Beslie's shop. You know, the cake maker?"
I nod. "Yeah, I know. I want to go in there. Albína sometimes picks me up some of those little wedding cakes. What are they called?"
"FueBoes. They're disgusting."
"Which statue?" I ask. "There's three. I hope it's the deformed monster thing. That one is awful."
"Yeah, would've done the town a favor. I don't know what that's supposed to be. No, it was thecentaur."
"Is that the fish-looking one?"
"No, half-unicorn half-elf. I thought you were studying."
"I am. I haven't gotten to the half-breeds yet. Why'd they attack a statue?"
