Chapter ElevenAnother morning, another day of training with Rhea. Kelly followed Rhea along the now somewhat familiar path across the drawbridge and up the hillside until they were once more on the plateau where they had trained the day before.
She was no weakling, but she was no giant either. Her body was still recovering from all the unfamiliar movements Rhea had taught her.
The stiffness she’d felt after waking this morning hadn’t worn off yet. The walk had only made her muscles protest even more.
And her right arm. It felt like lead.
“Here, take it,” Rhea ordered while handing Kelly the real sword.
“What? No, I’m not ready,” she protested.
Rhea just glared at her. Clearly the female giant was in no mood to argue.
Kelly’s palm burned when she closed her fingers around the handle
