Liya's POV
I was up at the crack of dawn. Although my anger from yesterday had calmed down considerably due to the improvement of my mother's condition, I was still determined to start my training so I could avenge my parents.
A cold shower woke me up fully, and I threw on the clothes Connor had lent me. It was not much of a training gear, but I had no other options right now and it would have to do. In less than twenty minutes, I was out in the biting cold. As I walked through the trees down to the training ground, the icy dew from the trees fell onto my neck, making me shiver violently from the cold.
I was surprised to see more than a handful of warriors at the training ground despite it being so early. As I began to search for Connor, his voice floated over to me in the small crowd.
