Ella, Fern and Jem were sprawled across the black glass floor, the constant flow of magma just beneath the surface warming their bellies and easing sore muscles. Mistress Hedge had given her trainees a rare evening off and they were intent on moving as little as possible until she called them back to the sparring circle. Above them Ranna paced restlessly, swinging her weighted practice clubs as she replayed Hedge's sharp words in her mind. "How dare she hold me back from my destiny!" Ranna burst out suddenly "I should be on that raid tomorrow. I'm 13 but she treats me like a child!" Below Ranna her friends rolled their eyes. "Lady Lack was only 13 when she led our people to battle above ground" Ranna fumed, glancing up at the statue behind her. Suddenly the three girls were alert and eager. No one told this story better than Ranna...
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