MyrtenRose
Knight of Rebellion
Beacon Academy. In the aftermath of a world torn apart by great war, it was one of four academies constructed to train warriors to serve as protectors of the innocent and defenders of peace. The four shining lights in a world filled with darkness. Huntsmen and huntresses aplenty walked its halls, studied in its classrooms, trained on its grounds, lived in its dormitories. For many it was just what its name implied, a school and nothing else. Even some of the others on her own team, WTCH, saw it that way. But for the young Cinder, it was more than just that. For months now she viewed it as home. A real home, one worth the name. It may have only been simply because she had been given a power she'd never expected, but she didn't care. Even with how uncooperative and overbearing their team leader Arthur could be, or how annoying Tyrian's excessive energy could be, or how distant Hazel often seemed, it was still leaps and bounds, no, miles above where she had once been forced to call home.
And yet, it was even more than just that. A fact that very few at the school, and even in the whole world of Remnant knew about. A group that existed in the shadows, dedicated to combating the evils out there that the public went unaware of. Headmistress Salem, Professor Goodwitch, James Ironwood, the leaders of the other two academies, a select several others...a secret she had been let in on after months of being here, months of being quietly observed and judged. She had been trained to a degree with the power she'd been gifted with, but until that private talk just days ago she not known what it was, why she had been the one to receive it, or most importantly what it meant.
And now that the secrets have been revealed(or at least a lot of them, she wasn't certain if they were withholding more), she had to admit a part of her wanted to forget what she had been told. The burden of knowledge that rested within, the secrecy she had been sworn to keep from her friends, even the rest of her team...it wore heavily on her. That was why as the others on her team studied, played some games or just simply relaxed...she had been here for hours. One of the academy's training rooms, mostly empty at this time of day. Her body was covered with sweat, her muscles ached as she practiced with her bow, trained herself with her blades, even trying to improve how she was with fisticuffs.
Anything to keep her mind from dwelling on the secrets she had to keep, on the powers of the Maiden that had gone to her at random, how in a single unexpected moment a poor kid from a broken home had become one of the most crucially important people in all of Remnant...and whether or not that was a blessing or a curse.
"..."
In a moment of frustration, she lashed out so hard with her fist that her aura crackled...and ensured that the school would need to purchase another training dummy. Oops.