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The rhythmic clanging of steel against steel echoed through the training yard as I faced off against Master Kaine. His strikes were calculated and relentless, a reminder of just how far I had to go.My body ached with each parry, every dodge barely avoiding his blade. Sweat dripped down my face, blurring my vision, but I refused to falter."Again!" Kaine barked, his tone leaving no room for excuses.I lunged forward, aiming for his side, but he sidestepped effortlessly, bringing his wooden sword down in a sweeping arc. Pain erupted in my ribs as the strike connected, sending me staggering backward."Pathetic," he said, shaking his head. "You hesitate. Hesitation will get you killed."Gritting my teeth, I steadied myself. He was right, of course, but it didn't make the sting of his words or his sword any easier to bear."I wasn't hesitating," I muttered, though I knew it sounded weak.Kaine raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "No? Then what was that? A dance step? If you're planning to charm your enemies, boy, you'll need more than fancy footwork."The other trainees laughed, their amusement grating against my pride. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to remain calm.They didn't know who I was, or rather, who I used to be. To them, I was just another ward, an outsider trying to prove his worth."Focus, Elias," Kaine said, his tone softening slightly. "You've got potential, but potential means nothing without discipline. Now, again."This time, I met his strikes head-on, matching his rhythm as best I could. My muscles screamed in protest, but I ignored the pain, pushing myself harder.For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of approval in his eyes before he landed another blow, this one aimed at my shoulder."Better," he said as I stumbled back. "Still sloppy, but better."As the session ended, I caught sight of Marcus watching from the sidelines. He leaned casually against the fence, his arms crossed, but his expression was anything but casual.There was a sharpness in his gaze, an intensity that made it clear he was studying me."Enjoy the show?" I called out, wiping sweat from my brow.Marcus smirked. "It's not every day I see someone take a beating and call it progress."I walked over, still catching my breath. "You're welcome to step into the ring if you think you can do better.""Maybe another time," he said, his tone teasing but not unkind. "You've got enough bruises for one day."Before I could reply, Kaine's voice cut through the yard. "Marcus! If you're done loitering, pick up a blade and join us."Marcus sighed but didn't argue, stepping onto the field with a practiced ease that hinted at years of training.As I watched him spar with one of the older trainees, it became clear he wasn't just skilled, he was precise, almost unnervingly so. Each movement was deliberate, efficient, and utterly devoid of wasted effort."Not bad for a northerner," Kaine remarked, his tone grudgingly impressed."Not bad at all," I muttered under my breath, filing the observation away for later.The library was quieter than usual that afternoon, the faint rustle of pages the only sound as I pored over a book on the history of House Varyon.Master Reid had assigned it as part of my studies, but I couldn't shake the feeling he was deliberately steering me away from more... sensitive topics."You're searching for something," a voice said, breaking the silence.I looked up to find Marcus standing across the table, a curious expression on his face."Everyone's searching for something," I replied, closing the book. "What's your excuse?"He shrugged, pulling out a chair. "Maybe I just like puzzles. And you, Elias, are a particularly interesting one."I raised an eyebrow. "You don't even know me.""Maybe not," he admitted. "But I know what I see. You don't train like the others. You don't study like the others. You're... different.""And what's that to you?"Marcus leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I think you're hiding something. And I think it's big."For a moment, the air between us felt charged, as if he'd stumbled too close to a truth he wasn't ready to handle. But then he leaned back, his expression turning playful."Don't worry," he said with a grin. "I'm not here to pry. Not yet, anyway."I watched him leave, my mind racing. Marcus was sharp, sharper than I'd given him credit for. And if he was already suspicious, I'd need to tread carefully.Dinner that night was tense. The news from House Draziel had everyone on edge, and the conversations were quieter than usual.I listened closely, piecing together what I could from snippets of discussion."They're targeting supply lines," Alden said, his voice low but firm. "Systematic, precise. This isn't just bandits.""Then who?" one of the stewards asked.Alden shook his head. "We don't know. But we need to find out before they destabilize the entire region."I kept my head down, pretending to focus on my meal, but my mind was already racing. The raiders' tactics sounded familiar, too familiar. In my past life, I'd used similar strategies to weaken my enemies before striking.Whoever was behind this wasn't just skilled; they were dangerous.Later that night, as I prepared for another session in the hidden chamber, I couldn't shake the feeling that the threads of this mystery were beginning to intertwine.House Varyon's secrets, Marcus's arrival, the raids on the borders, it was all connected. I just needed to figure out how.I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The unease gnawed at me, a sensation that had been creeping up for days now.

It was more than the grueling training, the physical strain, or the oddity of Marcus's probing questions. It was something deeper, something darker, stirring in the undercurrents of this new life I was trying to build.

As the hours stretched on, I found myself walking the halls of the library again, though my focus was nowhere near the books before me. Instead, my mind replayed the discussions at dinner. The news from House Draziel had weighed heavily on me.

The supply lines being targeted. The increasing raids on the borders. Someone was testing the foundations of the nation. Our nation.

I traced the edges of the map spread out before me, feeling a distant connection to the places marked with red ink. Once, I had known these lands as well as the back of my hand. Now, they were mere names and forgotten routes.

The strategic importance of the border towns had been lost to time, but it seemed someone was reminding me just how crucial they were to the stability of the nation.

"Are you waiting for something?" I asked, my voice breaking the silence as I turned to find Master Reid standing in the doorway of the library.

He had been silently watching me for some time. He didn't respond So I asked him another question "What do you know about House Varyon?"

Reid's expression shifted ever so slightly, his gaze unreadable. "House Varyon? What do you mean?""Their history. Their role in the nation's founding." I closed the book, finally meeting his eyes. "Why are they so... elusive in the texts?"He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Elusive? I wouldn't say that. It's just... the foundation of our nation was complex. Many families played their part, but Varyon's influence has been deeply intertwined with the city's defense strategies and the military.""Defense strategies," I repeated, my voice low. "That's what I've been reading about. But there's something more, isn't there? Secrets you're not telling me."Reid sighed, crossing the room to the desk and leaning on it, folding his arms. "Secrets aren't always something you can simply uncover with a book. Some things are better left forgotten. Some things are better left undiscovered."His words were cryptic, and the weight behind them unsettled me. There was something about House Varyon that Reid wasn't willing to share, not yet, anyway."Why are you so protective of these things, Master Reid?" I asked, my gaze narrowing. "What are you afraid of?""I'm not afraid, Elias. I'm trying to protect you." His voice was soft but firm, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that surprised me. "You're not ready for everything this nation's history holds. There are things you must learn in due time, and there are others that... well, they could break you if you're not prepared.""Prepared for what?" I pressed, though the truth felt too heavy for me to handle. It was in his eyes, that unspoken warning that I needed to be careful.Reid's expression softened. "Not yet, Elias. You've got plenty of time. You'll understand when the time comes."I left the library with more questions than answers, my mind heavy with the cryptic exchange. The pieces of this puzzle were starting to fit together, but the picture they formed was one I wasn't sure I was ready to see.The following days blurred together. Training was relentless, and Kaine's harsh words echoed in my ears during every swing of the sword, every strained breath. But somewhere deep down, I knew this pain was necessary. Every bruise, every ache, brought me closer to my goal.As I was finishing up one particularly brutal session, Marcus approached me again. His eyes held a strange gleam, part curiosity, part something else I couldn't quite place."How's the training going?" he asked casually, as though he didn't already know how hard I was pushing myself."Painful," I answered shortly, wiping the sweat from my brow."Good," he replied, his grin never faltering. "Pain's a good teacher. Just don't let it break you.""I'm not here to be broken," I shot back, the words escaping before I could filter them. "I'm here to rebuild."His expression shifted, gone was the playful teasing, replaced with something a little more serious. "Rebuild? What are you rebuilding, exactly?"I met his gaze, sizing him up. Marcus was sharp. He had been watching me closely for days, perhaps longer, and he wasn't the kind of person to ignore the little details. But revealing too much to him now would be a mistake. Not yet."Something important," I replied, my voice steady despite the churn in my gut.Marcus didn't push further. He simply nodded, a flicker of understanding passing between us. "You'll get there," he said quietly, before turning to leave.That night, sleep eluded me. The feeling that something was about to happen, something monumental, sat heavily in the pit of my stomach. I tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on my training, but the whispers kept growing louder.I couldn't ignore it anymore.The next morning, I rose before dawn, determined to seek answers. The hidden chamber, the one I'd been using for my personal training, felt like the only place where I could think clearly. As I made my way through the cold stone hallways, I couldn't shake the feeling that the shadows were watching me.In the chamber, I went through the motions of my exercises, but my mind was elsewhere. The raids, the supply lines, the strange tactics, they were all pointing to something bigger than I had anticipated. And House Varyon was at the center of it all.I needed to know what they were hiding, what Reid wasn't telling me.After hours of training, I sat in the quiet of the chamber, thoughts swirling like a storm in my mind. The pieces were falling into place, but there was one thing missing, a link, a key that would tie everything together.A knock on the door broke my concentration, and I looked up to find Marcus standing in the doorway, his face unreadable."You're up early," he said, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something else. "I thought you might want to join me for a walk. We need to talk."I stood, wiping the sweat from my brow. "About what?""About the raids," Marcus replied, his eyes locking with mine. "And about what happens next."