Fledgling (The Dragonrider Chronicles) - Plot & Excerpts
Then we ran our laps, and Felix always ended up practically pushing me like a wheelbarrow so I didn’t collapse. Then combat training lasted the rest of the morning, and I was essentially Felix’s practice dummy. He never slacked off, never went easy on me, but always apologized whenever he nearly choked me unconscious or gave me a new horrific-looking bruise. I knew he was trying to help me. No one else was going to go easy on me, and he wouldn’t be doing me any favors if he did. I had been hoping I’d get tougher, or stronger, but it felt like I was actually getting worse. My parries weren’t right. My strikes were too slow and weak. Watching me try to wrestle and pin Felix, who was twice my size, probably looked like a chicken trying to pin an angry bull. The instructors yelled until it bored into my ears, telling me to be faster, to work harder, and to quit being an embarrassment to the academy. In the air, however, I wasn’t an embarrassment. Even the instructors had to give me some credit for that.
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