Challenges

"I don't understand," Aurelia mentioned, tilting her head curiously to the side, surrounded by her fellow first years. She spotted the Shard Blades attached to their hip. "You want to challenge me? All of you?" 

The sun had barely begun to crest the horizon outside her dorm, gathering a small crowd of onlookers. 

"I am challenging you," said Juron, a young Lording from the Kingdom of Solaris, sliding a strait edge rapier from out of its leather scabbard. Its blue tinge edge glistened beneath the early morning rays. Its cross guard was an intricate array of metal entwining into a sort of shell around the handle. 

Aurelia scratched at her cheek, a little uncertain by the sudden emergence of men, her eyes sliding towards the ground where multiple wrappers lay. 

"Were you waiting on me all night?" 

"What of it?" Juron snapped. " Do you accept or not?"