"Emen! You're up!" Likor called the trainee from the row of apprentices. He was at the sandy training grounds, with the six apprentices. He was teaching them how to levitate sand in mid-air without dropping it or sending it flying out of control. Emen, a small brown apprentice stepped forward. Likor pushed the shard of a golden Citrine towards her. She stood infront of it, and began to concentrate. Slowly her body and the shard glowed. A bunch of sand began to float higher and higher, until it was about two mouse-lengths taller than Likor. She held it there for a moment, then settled it back down. Likor nodded, "Good job, and that was everybody! Tomorrow, we will learn how to move sand." The apprentices smiled, and Likor escorted them back to their sandy camp.
Sitka sat at the entrace, watching Falitna and some other slaves pull stone-filled carts until they collapsed. Pawsteps behind him caused him to turn around. A small maine coon was standing there, "Sitka, Mau would like to see you. Meet her in her room immediantly." Sitka nodded, and left.
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Sitka walked into the princess's room, "You needed me, Your Highness?" Mau turned, "Yes, Sir Sitka." She sat down, "I know you are one of my best guards, and I cannot afford to loose you like Volos." The door shut behind Sitka. "The reason I called you here is..." Mau waited, and licked her paw. Sitka pricked his ears. Maybe he would rank up to general, or second-in-command! Mau smiled, "You are a good guard Sitka. But now it is time to do things my way. Time to be Flatlined."
(Decided to add a little drama to the rp)