Locked inside the Magi camp, Reyna had few chances of seeing anything beautiful. She was kept apart from the other trainees and had to sneak around just to see their faces. Once she had been near the practice field during an orientation session of some new recruits. They were a few years older than her yet their training was not as daunting. She watched as they were punished every time one of them failed to do what was expected.
In the end only one of them remained, he was on his knees with his back still straight. Even as the lashes became deeper he didn't give out under the force of the whips. Reyna's eyes shifted to the rest of him wanting to escape the gory sight of the torn flesh that was his bloody back. The boy's hair was a brilliant silver and in the moonlight it seemed to be made of pure metal.
