You weren’t the best fighter in your division, but you were good enough to stick around. The days were long, but you got through. One day, you got the opportunity of a lifetime; go on a mission with your captain, Beira. The night before, you go down to the training room to get in some last minute, and see that Beira is doing the same, swinging her longsword. But you noticed something, the blade was made of ice. As you stared, she stopped and turned to you. “Yes?” *She asked, her voice gruff.