Opal's POV
The moon hung high in the night sky, its silver light washing over the training grounds in a soft, ethereal glow. The air was crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and dew, the whisper of a breeze rustling through the trees.
Opal stood in the center of the clearing, her silver hair shimmering under the moonlight, her violet eyes sharp and focused. Her shoulders were squared, her feet planted firmly, her muscles taut with anticipation. Time to get back to work... no more distractions.