Jealousy, Jealousy

Aeliana swung her sword with all her might, the clang of steel against steel echoing through the dimly lit training hall. Sweat dripped from her brow, her arms trembling with the weight of the blade. Lucian stood before her, effortlessly parrying her strikes with a calculated precision that only deepened her frustration.

Her mind, however, wasn't entirely on the fight.

"Who the hell is she?" The question burned in her thoughts, louder than the clash of their blades. "Sylvara. She's supposed to be this perfect warrior, right? Stronger, faster, more skilled than me. Probably more experienced too… in every way."

The thought made her grit her teeth, and she threw herself into another swing, only for Lucian to deflect it effortlessly, causing her to stumble back.

"Focus, Aeliana," Lucian said sharply, his eyes narrowing. "If you keep letting your emotions control you, you'll lose before the fight even begins."