The Transference

The second door leads me to an open field, a training ground I've never seen not even when I was in Di Hipsodat. The ground is covered in what looks like a golden sand but it isn't sand because it's thicker, bigger like pebbles but not as big as pebbles. The golden ground is stained with blood and ahead are the warriors training.

There are seven teams of trainees and seven trainers. Each team is spread across the side of the field. The first team I see is training in sword fight and when I say sword fight, they are fighting each with their trainers watching with his hands behind him, his legs spread slightly wide. The training is intense because they aren't fighting to learn or avoid being hurt, each warrior is wielding the sword with the intention of killing. Now the blood stains on the ground make sense.

The second team is practicing with bow and arrow. They are columed up in five with other people lined up behind the first, the target is very far and I doubt anyone can make the shot, which surprises me when I see them holding not one arrows but four. I watch the front line release their arrows at the command of their trainer, the arrows flies from their hold and go straight for the target. They all hit bullseye. The target changes, bending to face the sky. The front line arranges another set of arrows to the bow and aim them up before releasing them. This one is a bit tough because not all of them hit the target and only one of them hit bullseye. The rest of them that didn't get any hits set aside while the one that hit goes stand behind the trainer.

I look away from the second team to the third team who are kneeling. Wait what? What sort of training is...?

Anyone else knows the words 'spoke too soon' I just did that but in my case it was thought. I thought too soon. My eyes just drifted to their side I didn't concentrate until they begin to make choking and straining sound. They aren't kneeling because they want to, some are clenching their heads and stomach. Some are bleeding from their eyes, nose while other are vomiting.

What sort of training is this?

"You can't bring that out here, El-Laura-El!" An angry tone says which makes me look away from the poor warriors to the man that spoke. He is the swordsmen trainer and he looks pissed at–

I follow his gaze to where Lurytendra is standing beside me. When did she get here? I didn't even notice her.

She looks like she did in the first memory I visited, not a day older than five.

If one isn't watching her clearly they won't know she's inflicting the pain on those poor saps. Although I have seen her used this on someone when I met her in Di Hipsodat and she was able to take away my voice without thinking twice, that is something. And now the look on her face is too cruel and too wicked for a child. Her lips are tip up in an evil smirk and it's making me shiver with fear. The movement of her fingers that she's hiding behind her confirms that she's the one doing it.

"Why not?" She stops, dropping her hands behind her. She is confident and her words are clear. Listen I don't know anything about growth in Di Hipsodat but if she was on Earth she won't have started Kindergarten, that is how small she looks. "You boys won't let me train with you and I want to play."

Discrimination on Di Hipsodat is worse than it is on Earth especially amongst the royal family. The dad already said in the previous memory that he would take her to the best warriors to train and these blockhead won't even teach her. She should have melt the trainers brain instead of the trainee.

The bleeding boys causes the rest to stop training while some goes to them, the rest are flanking their trainers as they approach her.

"We won't let you train because you are an abomination. Nobody wants you, not even your own father. He didn't give you the Heir or Princess title because you are such a disgrace to the High Landers. Your birth murdered our Queen, you don't deserve to train, you deserve to die and since El won't like that, we won't do anything but do something like this to my boys again and you will regret it."