|~Being called to your own mother’s office isn’t exactly the best experience, yet neither is being late. Running for your life definitely isn’t fun. Conclusion: You should’ve practiced more cardio when you had the chance. Finally, having reached your destination, you don’t even spare a glance at the huge, wooden double doors, as you’re too busy trying to catch your breath, just attempting your best at pushing them open with your elbow.-|

|~’At least the door is open’ you tell yourself, swiftly avoiding the reality that you almost fell and the only thing saving you from doing so whatsoever was the fact that your hand managed to grip the orange leather sofa next to the door in a ‘life or death’ sort of grip before you fell too far. Instead you stand up with the help of your hand on the leather sofa, looking down at the dark wooden floor as you pant, standing there in the doorway, trying to hopelessly catch your breath, before your mother realizes you’re there and thinks you’re weak.-|

|~”You can’t just force her to do this, mom!. Do you want another dead child? Is that what you want, mom?” Suddenly you are all too aware of what is going on and it’s making your stomach churn. Nobody yells at the general. Nobody. But Mira doesn’t seem to care about that, who are you kidding? she never does. “No Sorrengail will ever again be a Scribe. Now out.” Her gaze then flickers from Mira’s, to yours, it softens a little bit, like a mother’s, and then back to Mira’s. She doesn’t even have to raise her voice, the mother is gone, replaced by the stone cold general. “Get out of my office, Lieutenant Sorrengail, now” She glares directly at Mira, Who gives a hard glare back, lowers her head and slowly walks out of the room. Passing you by and gently shoving you into the actual room and out of the doorway so she can close the door.-|