She was the perfect child, second inline for the throne, until she wasn't. The burned ones aren't the only threat Alfea faces, irreversible damage caused and secrets kept. As a child you learn that light is good and shadows are bad, but what happen...
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｡･:*:･ﾟ★,"Andreas' daughter does know this is training and not an actual fight, right?" :*:･ﾟ☆
Octavia
"What exactly am I looking at here?" Lykos grumbles as we watch the specialists and fairies train. Sky and Riven are standing behind me, once again playing the role of guard dogs as we keep our mate status on the down low.
Quite frankly it's ridiculous considering my mates have made no attempts to hide their affections. Hand holding, walking me to class, sweet kisses and I think Riven and I have traumatised at least 5 first years with our cleaning cupboard escapades.
"We have those with Omadas working together, finding their different roles within their packs." Adreas begins as he moves to stand by Lykos' side. "Most of the fairies sped up the Eusebia bonding process with their chosen specialist. They're on the ground platforms, practising fighting with the addition of magic."
"Have your specialists trained with magic before?"
"They train together every wargames but once they reach third year they start training." Silva answers this time as he and Irene walk onto the raised platform where we stand in the middle of our little battlefield. "This is the first time we're training them to such an extreme."
"That explains it then." Lykos mumbles while watching the group before us train. "What about the wargames? What do they entail?"
"We hold them every year-"
"It's pure bloodshed." Andreas cuts Silva off. "Everyone gets involved, teachers, students, parents. It's a full week of games to win one of the dragon blades."
"Ah yes, Queen Luna's donation." Lykos drawls. "How many blades have been given out so far?"
"13." Irene smirks, a protective hand resting on her belly. "Three went to Silva, Andreas and I."
"We started the tradition once all the children who had been forced to fight in the last war had left Alfea. We didn't want to put them through any more war simulations." Silva adds on. "We won ours on the last year of our own time at Alfea, and of course school was suspended when this was a full outpost."
"You were the first year group to collect the blades, correct?" Lykos all but demands.
"It was the Queen's way of gaining Alfea's support during the war." I answer. "Relations were tense but a deal was struck between Luna and Rosalind. The blades were a thank you gift."
Lykos stiffens beside me, shooting me a sharp look.
"I thought you would be out there, princess." He drawls. "You used to love beating my soldiers in battle with dirty tricks that you learnt at Beatrix's."
