Spearheaded

**Vanya

I kept my pace steady, forcing my feet to carry me away from the courtyard. The image of Colette’s twisted, shadowy grin burned in my mind, sending a cold shiver down my spine, but I pushed the dread down. My boots hit the dirt path leading to the warriors’ training center, the rhythmic crunch of gravel grounding me in reality.

The crisp evening air did little to cool the chaotic spiral