The Live Target

POV: Lyra

My hands shake as I bend down. The thick leather-wrapped handle of the dull training axe feels icy against my palms. I lift it from the frost-kissed dirt, my weak muscles protesting the sudden heavy strain. I turn and drop the heavy weapon into a large wooden box sitting nearby. The wooden crate is already overflowing with steel training axes, throwing knives, and discarded targets left