(Amelia)
The day had begun like any other, filled with the sound of weapons clashing and magic filling the air.
It had been two weeks since we started training, and the changes in me were undeniable. My body was stronger, more attuned to the power within me, but something was missing, Damien.
Ever since the orb touched me and revealed his presence, I hadn't felt him as clearly. It was as if some invisible force was keeping us apart, and it clawed at the back of my mind like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch.
I tried not to let it show. I had a job to do, after all. We all did. The war was coming, and there was no time for doubt or distraction. Besides, Damien was strong, and I knew deep down he was all right. At least, I hoped he was.
The doctor had become a constant in my life these past two weeks. I made frequent visits, always cautious, ensuring the baby was safe despite the hard training.
