Trials

As we approached the training grounds, the sounds of clashing swords and the rhythmic thud of feet against the earth filled the air. A sense of excitement bubbled within me, mingling with a tinge of anxiety. I had seen warriors in action before, but participating was a whole different matter.

Zach’s hand was warm around mine, a comforting presence that steadied my nerves. He squeezed my hand gently as we stepped onto the training field, where warriors were engaged in various drills, their expressions focused and determined.

“Over here!” Zach called to one of the instructors, a tall woman with a fierce look and long, braided hair. She turned, her brows raising slightly in surprise at the sight of me at Zach’s side.

“Your Highness, I didn’t expect you today,” she said, her voice a mix of respect and curiosity.

“I brought my mate, Vera. She wants to learn,” Zach replied, his tone proud and encouraging.

The instructor, whom I later learned was named Lysandra, regarded me with a scrutinizing gaze. “Learning to fight is no small task. Are you sure you want to step into this world?”

“I am,” I declared, surprising myself with the strength in my voice. “I want to understand what it means to be part of the Underworld, to stand by Zach.”

Zach’s eyes sparkled with admiration, and I felt a surge of determination. “Then let’s start with some basic techniques,” Lysandra instructed, motioning for me to follow her to a cleared space within the training grounds.

As we moved, I took in the scene around me—the warriors, both male and female, sparred and practiced their techniques with fervor. Each movement was a testament to their strength and dedication, and I could feel the energy thrumming in the air.

“First, we’ll focus on your stance,” Lysandra said, demonstrating how to position my feet and balance my weight. “A strong foundation is crucial. You need to feel grounded.”

I mimicked her movements, feeling a little clumsy at first. Zach watched closely, his gaze unwavering and supportive, which eased my self-consciousness.

“Now, let’s practice some basic strikes,” Lysandra continued, guiding me through various movements. “Remember to channel your energy through your core and follow through with each motion.”

As I practiced, I felt the rhythm of my body falling into place. I concentrated on my movements, the weight of the training sword feeling reassuring in my grip. With each strike, I could sense my confidence growing, fueled by the encouragement of those around me.

Zach stepped in, demonstrating a simple yet effective maneuver. “It’s all about precision,” he said, guiding my arm with his. “Focus on your target and trust your instincts.”

With his help, I began to grasp the fluidity of the movements, and before long, I was landing strikes with increasing accuracy. The thrill of the practice ignited a fire within me, and I could feel the warriors watching, their expressions shifting from skepticism to respect.

“Very good, Vera!” Lysandra exclaimed, her eyes shining with approval. “You have a natural ability. Keep practicing, and you’ll find your rhythm.”

Just as I was beginning to feel truly empowered, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the air. “What a sight! The queen playing soldier.”

I turned, my heart sinking at the sight of Zephyr approaching, flanked by a couple of his supporters. His smirk was infuriating, and I could sense the tension in the air.

Zach stepped forward, his posture shifting protectively. “Leave her alone, Zephyr. This is her choice, and you have no say in it.”

Zephyr’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Oh, but it’s amusing to see her trying to fit in. Don’t you see? She’s an outsider in our world.”

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks but stood my ground, refusing to let him diminish my efforts. “I may be new here, but I’m determined to learn and grow. You’ll see.”

“Bold words, little queen,” he taunted, his tone dripping with disdain. “But can you really handle the realities of this world? It’s not all dancing and feasting.”

“Enough, Zephyr!” Zach’s voice cut through the tension, firm and commanding. “You’re overstepping, as usual. If you can’t offer support, I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself.”

Zephyr’s expression darkened, but he merely shrugged, the smirk fading slightly. “We’ll see how long your precious mate lasts in training. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With that, he turned on his heel and strode away, his followers trailing behind him. The moment he was gone, I exhaled sharply, my heart racing.

Zach stepped closer, his expression softening as he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Ignore him. He thrives on causing trouble, and he’s not worth your energy.”

“I just…” I began, my voice faltering. “I don’t want to be a burden, Zach. I want to prove myself.”

“You’re not a burden,” he insisted, his eyes earnest. “You’re my mate, and that means you’re part of this world. Just being here is enough for me. Show them who you are, and don’t let anyone take that away from you.”

His words ignited a fire within me. I took a deep breath, feeling the tension start to dissipate. “You’re right. I won’t let him get to me. I want to be strong—for myself, for you, and for the Underworld.”

“Let’s show him what you’re made of,” Zach encouraged, stepping back to give me space. “Now, let’s get back to training. I believe in you, Vera.”

With renewed determination, I turned back to Lysandra, ready to push through the doubts and distractions. I focused on the movements, the strength flowing through me, each strike a step closer to proving my worth in this new world.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the training continued, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of the drills. The lingering shadows of doubt faded, replaced by a growing sense of purpose. I was ready to embrace my place in the Underworld, ready to stand beside Zach and face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The rest of the afternoon unfolded with laughter, sweat, and triumph. Each swing of the sword, each breath taken in unison with my surroundings, felt like a step into my new identity. And with Zach’s unwavering support, I began to believe that I truly belonged here.