Layla’s POV
The days begin to blur together quicker than I thought they would. The routine is simple- wake up, eat, patrol, work, and sleep. There’s not much else to do around here when you’re evading bullies and taking on extra menial work to get out of training.
However, it doesn’t always save me.
The commander here is ruthless, pulling me onto the training grounds and demanding that I participate. I don’t always get an option, but those moments of peace when I’m cleaning or taking on extra patrol shifts give me a bit of reprieve.
There’s not much time for yourself, and even when there is, it doesn’t last long.
The commander runs the camp on discipline and strength, and if you don’t meet expectations, you’re shoved to the side.
I learned that fast.
“Move faster,” a warrior
