**Gaia**

The days pass.

I throw myself into training. Into work. Into becoming stronger.

And slowly, impossibly, I am.

My combat instructor pulls me aside after class one evening.

"You're improving," he says, genuine approval in his voice. "Dramatically. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it."

Pride swells in my chest. "Thank you."

"At this rate, you'll be ready for intermediate training within a ...