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I look down ashamed. I could do better if it wasn’t for this stupid column. I clear my throat. “Where’s Tola?” I ask.
Kevor keeps hold of my tunic as he drags me all the way back to the beginning of the course. My body rebels this torture. My muscles shake in near defeat. I shake it off. I have to show Kevor I am worth what he did for me at the council room.
A sudden clash of swords makes me jump. I miss a step and trip over my own feet. I scramble to regain my footing and keep from falling in the dust. Sweat rolls down my arm, and I struggle to keep standing as look down at the track once again.
After catching my breath, I look at the sword ring in the middle of the training arena. Blade hits blade, as Tola spars with another member of …show more content…

There are two men fighting with nothing but their bare hands. I have seen them before of course. They’re hard to miss. One of them stands a head taller than anyone else I met. The other I heard someone call Serrat, who is normal looking, but lightening fast. Serrat has long black hair, braided like the African warriors Emperor Diocletian purchased from Egypt to guard the temples of Mars. I lay my arms over the rope that surrounds the ring and lean forward to stretch my legs. My knee burns with pain.
Tola comes behind me, and I move over a little to make room.
“So, the big guy’s name is?” I ask, never being able to remember.
Tola seems preoccupied and shakes his head, “…oh, the big guy, his name is Mathin. You met him the night you joined us. He’s in my guild, Lion. I’ve seen him knock a man out with a slam of his fist. See there, the way he swings his arms, his hands locked together, like a human hammer. But he’s fighting Serrat, Eagle guild, you remember, you met him that night at the council meeting. He’s one of the quickest of the lot. Look, Mathin’s power is nothing to Serrat’s speed in the ring,” he says.
I see what Tola means. Serrat bobs and weaves past Mathin’s blows, and seems to be dancing rather than fighting him. They’ve both been gone since that night, and so has Kayla, which I’ve been grateful.
“What’s with the guild stuff?” I ask. “I know guilds for skills. Merchant. Armorers. …show more content…

“ I guess you don’t know, do you? You pick things up, so I expected you would have gotten all of this from Brenna. I mean, does she ever stop talking when she sleeps?”
I shake my head and laugh. “She might of, but I don’t see her much.” The fighting in the ring distracts Tola. He calls out moves, some I know, and some I never heard of. It’s not until I get into it and tell Serrat to roll to his left that Tola remembers I’m here. “All right,” Tola says, rubbing the back of his head. It’s his tell that he’s figuring out what to say. “Well, there is an order to our ranks, like the Roman soldiers. Seraph’s the lowest, includes children, novices, and messengers. That’s you.”
“That’s what it meant when everyone was saying the seraphs were on the move?” I ask. I didn’t have a clue, and Tola had been too busy with the move to explain it to me before.
Tola nods. “You said you know guilds of trades. Well out guilds are like that, but they are like Seraph. We use the orders of Heaven to organize us here on earth. What to you know of the angels, warriors of Heaven? I mean you know the word of God, but what of

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