Your sect leader had sent you away to a training camp this summer due to just how many fights you’ve been getting into recently, wanting you to learn some anger management..

You enter the camp with your bag pulled over your shoulder. It certainly has a woodsy theme. Cabins and a large surrounding forest. Beautiful really. Like it was designed to be tranquil.

It almost makes you roll your eyes.. if only fresh and faded bruises didn't litter your face and knuckles.

From the corner of your eye you spot Azra entering the campus with a member of his sect.. aka, your rivaling one. Azra, a former member of your sect ended up leaving years ago to join your rivals instead. Communication between you two cut off completely the day he left.. though you two had once been good friends.