Sonya landed on her back, in the main room of the training ground, panting. Seta must have already been inside the room. Within seconds he was standing over her, looking at her injury. He yelled to someone outside the room to get the medic.
“Seta?” Sonya’s voice was weak.
“Yes? What happened to you?” Seta was trying to sit her up so he could look at the laceration on her back.
“I don’t think my mother’s coming back.”
“Do you have any other family? A home to go back to?” He was now attempting to stem the blood pouring from her wound. Sonya shook her head.
“It’s not safe.”
When the medic had used his magic to treat Sonya’s wound, she was taken upstairs to a small room with a slightly thicker futon than the one she’d been sleeping on.
“Whose room is this?” Sonya asked.
“It’s yours now.” Seta explained. “You can stay in this training ground and learn our ways. I’ve seen you meditating and doing your exercises, you’re capable of graduating from this school.” He paused. “I… I thought the elders would resist. They don’t like strangers. But… they trust me. And they have a feeling about you, they said.”
Sonya sat, silent, for a few moments before responding. “Thank you. For everything. But why?”
Seta frowned. “You’re just a child. You shouldn’t be on your own.” He told her to get some rest, and then left.
Sonya buried her head in her pillow. Just a child! If he knew who she was, he wouldn’t say that! She was a Litian heir. She possessed magical power that other magicians could only dream of. No injury could kill her. She felt like a fraud, pretending to be defenceless when in reality she was just a coward who didn’t know where else to go. Ashamed, she cried until she finally fell asleep.