Hope
For the next two weeks, Scar had me training with the rest of the teenagers there. I’d made friends, though some were still very wary of me and thought it was unfair that I’d got to train one to one with the most popular corporals there. They had all been told that it was ordered by my brother that I had learned from the best and the Sergeant-major had agreed who I was yet to meet. I was told he was the last person I was to go up against on the last day of the tournament. Among all the teenagers in the camp who were on the way left standing was to face the sergeant major whose name I haven’t quite grasped yet, but I will eventually, maybe by the end of next week before I return home. Something I did not want to do, but Scar had told me to keep my head high and act as if what he had d
