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Jenna fidgited nervously. Nobody had ever asked her that before, "Of course not." It was only a truth from the right perspective, of course. She lived in a castle, the castle was always filled with people. She was never by herself. That's the mentality she used when answering the question.

((If I think you are doing something wrong or overreaching, I'll raise a hand. Jenna is submissive, so you have more power over her movements than someone who is picky about everything. Of course, that is all reletive, don't overreach.))

Amber sat in her hot stuffy classroom as the officer spoke on about different battle formations; and strategies on how to protect magic-users while repeling them with front line soldiers. Amber was diligently taking notes as she had been for the past couple of weeks. The bell tower outside rang and the teacher dismisssed them on a good note telling them to review, a test would be coming next class.

Amber walked out of the cramped room into the sun and smiled, walking to her barracks she retrieved her steel sword and headed for town. Saying hi to some of her fellow cadets Amber walked out of the castle grounds and straight for the market square. Upon reaching it she heard a terrible baying off to the side inside an alley.

Turning the corner to investigate she came upon Serenity and the hounds; drawing her sword she rushed forward beside the girl with the rapier.

"Looks like you might need a hand." Amber said casually and fell into her fighting stance her body relaxed, right leg bent slightly as she readyed her self for combat, her sword clasped tightly in hand, Amber prepared herself for the fight to come with a calm and readyness that she had never expierenced before.

Amber looked at the newcomer and noticed he was a true knight of Renais not a cadet like her, knowing that an officer was before her and fighting beside her gave Amber the courage to meet the first beast with a confidence she really didn't feel.

The Hound, launched itself at her and she moved, ducking low she let it soar over her and as it came to land she spun and slashed out while moving forward, her blade sliced through the creature's hide and bit deeply, however as her blade ripped free it launched itself forward once again and knocked her forward and she fell.

Catching herself, she rolled forward off her shoulder and came up on her feet, repoisiting she spun and slashed out, cleanly opening its neck and spilling its blood on the alley's cobblestones. Amber turned to see how the girl and knight fared.

Abigail sat on a small bed, located inside of a house in a village near the border of Frelia. A young couple, along with their daughter, had allowed her to stay the night. She was forever grateful to them. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and stood up. She carried nothing but her stave with her. She walked out of the room, and into the kitchen, where the family sat around the table.

"I'm ready to go now. Thank you for everything." Abigail said lightly, smiling meekly at the family.

The wife smiled back, "It was our pleasure, dear. Come back anytime."

Abigail was thankful for that. The waved goodbye to the family and departed from the house, walking straight out of the small town. She headed in the direction of Rausten. She knew she wouldn't make it there, cut it was always nice to try. She barely made it a mile without changing directions, and heading towards the centre of Frelia. Rausten .. It was too overbearing for her to return. She hoped her help would be required somewhere away from it.

((Ew, not good, sorry. I have a lot going on at the moment, and just wnated to get Abbey started.))

Raiyl gasped for breath. She was starving and hadn't slept for two days. These grassy hills were so much different to the gentle plains she had been used to, and wasn't that the same tree she had passed by a day and a half ago?

"That's it! I've had enough! I've been going around in circles for days!" she roared furiously.

Raiyl collapsed to the ground and threw the heavy iron blade she had dragged with her all this way too. Its all hopeless. She would never be able to catch up to those foul knights who had stolen the Tienlongzhim at this rate. She had been searching for so long though.

"What would father say?"
She felt so ashamed. It had been those knights who had killed him! But how?

He was the strongest warrior in the whole tribe, and knew the secrets of the power anima. How? She decided to continue. There was no point in giving up now.
By the afternoon, she had reached a town. Perhaps the residents would be able to give her some information. Her stomach suddenly rumbled ravenously, and some food too.

Jenna never dealt with sarcasm before, so she was a bit confused. Anyone who has ever seen Jenna would know or know within the next 2 minutes that Jenna hardly had any friends at all. All she really had were a couple a vassals whom she hardly ever spoke to. They were only there to steer away trouble from her. Jenna was still trying to come up with a response when Julia inquired about her best friend. Jenna's answer to that came much quicker.

"... Best... Friend? I-I don't understand. What do you mean?" To Jenna, Best Friend was a foriegn concept.

((Don't worry about short posts when talking to Jenna. She won't ever give you a lot to reply to. But you can always try, though.))

Thirrin couldn't believe her progress. In just a few days, she had gone from being a mage in training to nearly an expert. She didn't have a chance to say that she would like to send a message to her parents about her training and how it had progressed. Or that she was 14 years old, and that it might not be too wise a descision to give her such power over Jehanna's army. She knew nothing of battles. She decided she would keep hold of the Guiding Ring until she felt more ready to become a sage or a mage knight, perhaps even perfect her magic skills before then. and, after all, she would need some time to deicde whether she would become a sage or a mage knight. Mage knights had horses, and although Thirrin loved animals, she could only train in the use of staves. But if she was a sage...she wouldn't have a lovely horse, but she would have a chance to study light magic as well. She needed some time to think.
But one thing kept getting on her nerves. Where did Prince Ronald, or Ron, as she now called him, learn to warp, and why was he so intent on teaching her?