A deep line was carved in the black sand all the way from the entrance of the sparring practice rooms almost down to the sparring ring on the beach. Next to the deep line was a set of very small footprints stumbling and dragging.
Selene was determined to show everyone she wasn't too small for anything! She plodded along in the dark sands, the sun high in the sky and bearing down on the pale girl. She was dragging one of her father's extra knives. The knife from hilt to knife tip was literally as long as she was. And she was struggling to lift it in her tiny maw. All she had to do was get to the roped-off area and she could practice swinging it around! That's what she saw some of the other warriors do! Her little pale tail wiggled at the thought of being a mighty warrior swinging the knife around and letting the sun glint off the blade like a hero!
