The next morning, the cold air pierced through my bones, but training still went on.This time, the activity was…Horseback riding.HORSE. BACK. RIDING.I couldn't even balance myself standing too long yesterday, and now they wanted me to ride a creature the size of a sportbike?
"You'll ride that one," said the same soldier who laughed at me yesterday.I looked at the horse.The horse looked back at me.And I swear… it didn't like me.
With fake enthusiasm and a sore body, I tried to mount it.My foot got stuck. I fell.Tried again. Fell again.
Arkell passed by and muttered, "Maybe even the horse knows you have no talent."I WILL REMEMBER THAT, ARKELL.
Finally, after three people helped me, I managed to get on.But barely five minutes in, the horse moved and I was thrown off like a sack of rice.
"Get up! Training's not over!" yelled Kael.
So I got up, tried again.And fell.And got up.And fell again.
Today wasn't about winning.Today was about… falling with style and pretending it didn't hurt.