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[/b][/h1][/sup][indent][sub][color=726B99][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] The Grand City of Atutania[/sub][sup][right][color=726B99][b]Prologue:[/b][/COLOR] To Be A Knight![/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
[INDENT]The day continued forward.

More initiates had come to arrive, as others continued to show what they could do as wardens observed them with crossed arms and inquisitive looks. There were a handful of them, but only four of them with colored badges of red, blue, gold, and green for all to see. Or rather, if they were paying attention to such accessories. 

Most initiates were trying hard to show their skill to even get a chance at glory to even get a sense of it.

[color=19d867]“Remember, the Hero of the Glades came from nothing.”[/color] A green-haired woman bearing a golden badge said as a peasant swung a sword at the dummy before them in probably the worst way the veteran warden had ever seen. [color=19d867]“Check your footing. Tighten your grip.”[/color]

Her eyes moved toward the practice circle as another pair of initiates left, having had their turn. She didn’t find the state of affairs of this year's batch too endearing, but to her, Silina Korda, she was just happy to help in whatever way she could while she recovered from her injuries sustained not too long ago. One could not tell, but she was just an inch out of step. It wouldn’t be long before those in charge would pair up initiates and then would come the real trials. 

She frowned, as she moved away from the peasant she had coached, seeing who else could be encouraged. 




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