Maland Part 2

Maland's POV 

I woke up to find myself in the infirmary surrounded by countless soldiers who were yet to regain their consciousness. I looked around myself, wondering how we had all failed on our very first day. I have never been ashamed of myself in my entire life. 

When I finally made it through the competition, I felt I deserved this. That I was strong, and I was worthy. And yet as I lay here with many others I couldn't help but feel undeserving of this honor. How can I protect the whole kingdom if I couldn't survive the very first day?

"I see someone finally woke up" A familiar deep voice mumbled from behind me, prompting me to look back. It was none other than general Dorin, who held a bottle of water towards me. The way he stood there, magnificently unbothered, as if his presence was mocking my entire existence.

"I am sorry" I mumbled. Sorry for not living upto the standard. Sorry, for failing this nation.