Faye Winward's Story

Faye didn't need the captain to tell her they were done with the current lesson. For the past hour, she had been sent against other training fidgets, all older and bigger than her and she had beat everyone of them. Not because she was amazing, because they all had flaws. Some had too much offense, some had too much defense, and one didn't even know how to hold a sword upright.

Easy, she thought as she kicked her final opponent in the gut, sending him flying backwards. She had been one of the best students through out all of school, and training still went on whenever they weren't really battling people. Fighting, she thought, has absolutely no appeal to me. She thought of everything she had learned, the training and the books they were forced to read. One thought caught her head. Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. She thought. It made her sigh. Like she could ever speak her mind.

People here are crazy, she thought, saluting the captain and walking from the mat, pushing the boy she had already beat back down onto the floor as he began to stand up. If I'm going to be a fighter, I'm going to be the best. She thought, walking out of the room and hearing a call from the captain. He said this training was over and she was to report to the gun range. Fun.


Faye ran as fast as she could to the gun range. It only took her about a minute, her speed being faster than most peoples but average at school. She would have to work on that. Her blond hair bounced behind her as she arrived at the shooting range. She walked in, grabbing a pair of earmuffs and gloves, then grabbing a large sniper. Nobody stopped her, although generally you have to ask to use the weapons. Her families history showed that she knew what she was doing, and her dad payed for tons of things at school, so some people treated her like royalty. She hated it.

Faye sighed as she lined the gun up to the target. It was hundreds of meters away, but she looked through the scope and gave a shot, piercing what would have been the heart of the target. Perfect. As always. Even without the scope she always hit the target. She put the gun down, and reached for another. Today was going to be a long day.