*MICEALA*

The night blurred and the morning rose. It's a Saturday morning, my usual training day but unlike the normal days, I'm finding it difficult to focus. Father was my trainer, and he kept giving me chances, but no matter how I tried, I just couldn't focus. The sword kept falling out of my hand, I couldn't dodge his attacks, couldn't protect myself, and kept falling when he struck me under my feet.

"Miceala! What is going on! Focus! Keep your eyes on the enemy, look at me like I am ...