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Fourteen
Frankie: *CLANK* *s***h* *THUD* As Mist had warned, my first day had been a disaster. The weight of the armor kept me grounded. I couldn't use my more diminutive stature for speed and defense as usual. But that first day faded fast, turning into weeks, then months. Now, I am better, and I am stronger. Like my fighting, my magical ability has come a long way, and for once in my life, I felt confident and capable. We had trained hard today. We had trained in my magical abilities, which I still hadn't mastered and had no idea what I was doing, and we had also trained in combat, something I was more than a little good at. "I'm tired." Agnar stretched out, taking all the space on the small porch where the three of us gathered for every meal. "Yeah, tired of Frankie beating your
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