See previous trails… Though I had entered the test with confidence, each one of the trials had worn me down to the point of exhaustion. I stood in the clearing facing Copperfoot and wondering what else he would have in store for me. My arms were sore, my hands raw, my legs quivering like jelly; …
…Continued from October Copperfoot looked me over for a few seconds, remaining silent as I heaved to catch my breath. I couldn’t tell if he was impressed by my performance or simply surprised. Either way, I seemed to have caught him off guard. I was hoping this would buy me a nice little break, but …
…Continued from last month I waited with heavy breathe, working to calm myself for the next trial. I knew that focus would be important. “Next,” started Copperfoot, “You are to pick up that tree trunk and follow me. If you fall behind, you fail.” Without any regard to my well-being, Copperfoot started trotting away, heading …
Like every warrior of the Dumner tribe, I began training at the age of three. As I grew, I fell behind in my training. Whereas most centaur pass their final tests and enter into the rank of centaur warriors at age twenty-seven, I did not pass my test until I was twenty-nine. Though I do …
