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Left foot in front. Right foot in back. Breathe. Focus. Push.
Della dashed across the patch of grass she practiced her sprints. It was the only real relief she could get from her burdens. She could lose herself in her focus as the Divine Luck rushed through her veins, allowing her to concentrate on each single muscle in her body. She no longer had to even see, she just understood when to stop running, where to place each footstep and when.
She stopped and looked behind her. There was a line in the grass where she had practiced so often, that it was worn dirt. Each time she allowed herself to stop and break her focus, the fear and uncertainty rushed back to her. The pain of her past kept at her heels like a hound. If she could just focus enough, and run fast enough, maybe she could finally lose her weaknesses. She would finally be worthy of training here. Finally shed the pain that the Other had caused her.
Della stood back into a runner's position. Beads of sweat poured down her young face. She began to focus on the energy she could feel rising in her. What was it? Her people called it Divine Luck. Fyston said it was the Force. Atreia described it as simply both Divinity and Force.
The confusion broke Della's concentration. She cursed herself and tried to draw the energy back into her body. Her legs began to tense as they prepared to push from the ground. Della counted to three, and dashed.
Della dashed across the patch of grass she practiced her sprints. It was the only real relief she could get from her burdens. She could lose herself in her focus as the Divine Luck rushed through her veins, allowing her to concentrate on each single muscle in her body. She no longer had to even see, she just understood when to stop running, where to place each footstep and when.
She stopped and looked behind her. There was a line in the grass where she had practiced so often, that it was worn dirt. Each time she allowed herself to stop and break her focus, the fear and uncertainty rushed back to her. The pain of her past kept at her heels like a hound. If she could just focus enough, and run fast enough, maybe she could finally lose her weaknesses. She would finally be worthy of training here. Finally shed the pain that the Other had caused her.
Della stood back into a runner's position. Beads of sweat poured down her young face. She began to focus on the energy she could feel rising in her. What was it? Her people called it Divine Luck. Fyston said it was the Force. Atreia described it as simply both Divinity and Force.
The confusion broke Della's concentration. She cursed herself and tried to draw the energy back into her body. Her legs began to tense as they prepared to push from the ground. Della counted to three, and dashed.