Gemotions

From atop the ridge, Maya surveyed the training grounds. She was ready. After weeks of grueling drills, she felt a burning determination in her core. She was prepared to demonstrate the techniques, the strategies, that Master Zhao had instilled in her. She'd arrive early, as she always did, anticipating her teacher's approval.

The training grounds were empty. Not a single person. There was a letter tied to the wooden pole at the center. *Maya, you are the future. Go forth, create your own victories.* A tightness formed in her chest. She had a mountain to climb. Her hands clenched. She felt the blood rush through her veins. She would not fail. She would persevere. She wouldn't let him down.