Day 2
DANCE ELIZABETH
Day 3
RUN ELIZABETH
Day 4
SHOOT THE TARGETS ELIZABETH
Day 5
PRACTICE SWORD-FIGHTING ELIZABETH
Day 6
DANCE ELIZABETH
Day 7
RUN ELIZABETH
Day 8
SHOOT THE TARGETS ELIZABETH
Day 9
PRACTICE SWORD-FIGHTING ELIZABETH
Day 10
"What happened to my mother?" A small voice says.
SHE LEFT HUNGARY WITH EVERYONE ELSE AFTER THE PROTEST ENDED ELIZABETH.
"Why should I trust you?" The voice said meekly.
BECAUSE ELIZABETH. WHO ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TRUST? WE WILL NOT HURT YOU. WE WILL NOT LIE TO YOU. WE WILL NOT ABANDON YOU, LIKE YOUR MOTHER DID. NOW DANCE.
"Alright."
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Week 10
Elizabeth Grey woke up, and rubbed her eyes. She wrinkled her nose at the awful smell wafting off of her body, the smell of weeks of sweat that had not been washed off. She went to the bucket that she used as a toilet, and used the bathroom. She hadn't showered in however many weeks she had been in here, but every morning she woke to find the bucket empty, a tray of food for the day, and whatever she would need to complete her activities. She went and sat on the bed, body ram-rod straight, waiting for the voice to command her on what to do.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and then one of the walls of the room slowly lowered into the floor.
CONGRATULATIONS ELIZABETH. YOU HAVE PASSED YOUR TRAINING. YOUR NEW CODE NAME IS SILVER KATANA. WELCOME TO THE ACADEMY.
The voice said, and Elizabeth stood up slowly, creeping out of the room. She walked down the hall, and entered another room, which she found to be a large bathroom.
She got undressed, and entered she shower, scrubbing her dirty skin and hair as hard as she could. She climbed out and dried off with a fluffy towel, before getting dressed in the clothes sitting on the counter.
She put on the knee length black skirt, knee high white socks, brown loafers, white blouse, and black blazer, which she buttoned. She found her sword sitting on the counter, and she strapped the sheath to her back. She did her wet hair in a tight braid, and then exited a door, one that was across the room from the one that she entered through.
Elizabeth walked down the short, dark hall, before reaching two large, dark wooden doors. She rapped on them with her knuckle, and a woman's voice from inside called out,
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