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Prologue ━━━━ GLASS CASTLE (28 BBY)
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"DO IT AGAIN."
The stars have not yet faded from her vision as Izumi Wren lies flat on her back, cold seeping through the fabric of her shirt from the solid weight of the rubber training mat beneath her. Her chest heaves rapidly as she sucks in eager gasps of air, finding it a relief to be able to breathe after having the wind knocked from her lungs. Everything aches and Izumi sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, ignoring the pangs of heat prickling behind her eyes as she pushes herself off the ground. Her half-siblings are laughing, not even bothering to hide their amusement at her defeat, and it smarts more than any injury she's received from training.
A bruised knee or elbow, Izumi has found, hardly hurts in comparison to bruised pride.
Her training staff lies on the floor a few feet away where her sister knocked it from her hands moments before sending Izumi to the ground alongside it. Warily, she picks the staff up again, weighing the familiar weapon in her hands before resuming her fighting stance.
"Are you ready for more?" Ursa taunts, her voice sharp and biting. "Or are you going to run crying to father when I knock you down again?"
