air and her face marked by pain. But the pain had become a familiar companion, and each step led her a little further from the person she had been. The warrior left him no respite. He was runni

ter,

truction an event that she had to overcome. There was no room for weakness here. If she want

und her, but she focused on the breath of the wind and the sound of the warrior's footsteps in front of her. He was fast,

warrior finally stopped. He turned to her, her golden eyes piercing darkness. He stared at it, a hea

lly want to become stronger? Or

to feel a rage in her bowels. She was not here to fail. She was not there

he replied, her voice full of

d her one more mom

o you will learn to fight for eac

still lively in her mind. The warrior had left her in the forest, far from all civilization, to face his demons and his weaknesses. It

g path, but he did not seem to have a precise destination. Each step she made was an ordeal, each movement a challeng

egs was such that she believed that she was going to collapse. But she clung. Each fraction of a second that she pass

sed on the ground after a particularly rough day of training. But thi

She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. His body was broken, but his mind was intact. The pain was just a remin

what she thought he could bear. But every day seemed to raise it more. Fear, the shame, the weakness of its pa

the warrior let out a comment. A furtive look which, th

a real warrior, Elena.

He hadn't said that to flatter her. It was an observation. She wa

front of stronger, more skillful opponents. Each time she dodged, every time she made he

und herself in front of him, panting, covered with i

ck down anymore

But she knew he had seen what he wanted to see. It was no longer the same Elena. And

further within her limits, forcing her to face increasingly violent challenges. Her failures were numerous, but with each fall, a burning rage turned out on her. It was a rage

haunted it, accompanied it tirelessly, but it did not let it paralyze it. She faced suffering as a lone wolf facing a storm,

ce by accepting the warrior's offer. But each time, the answer came from itself, from a burning conviction in her heart: she

overed with sharp rocks, and the air seemed heavier here, as if even nature itself expected something. They sto

he announced in an icy voice. If you want to prove you

t any challenge, as perilous as it is. She was no longer

e him any respite. Each blow carried by him seemed like a hammer striking his mind, but she fought with a new rage

ncerting ease by the warrior, and she found herself projected on the ground, the pain paralyzing her for a moment. She straightened up

ittle, she felt the rage she had let go of her. Each blow that she cashed reinforced her, each failure made her more determined. The viol

he body in blood. But something had changed. In his eyes, there was recognition, a

, others hiding behind the rocks. They had observed each movement, each gesture. They had seen the p

n imposing man whose eyes shone with a millennial wisdom. He

pack, he whispered. Few of tho

n its value. And at that moment, she felt a deep certainty anchoring herself in her: she was more th