𓆩𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫𓆪
Sweat slicked every surface of her bronze skin as she pushed the smallest of the three sizes of boulders for the third time through the entire training court. The training court itself was nearly as wide as a full-sized football field.
The boulder she was pushing was not significantly large, but it carried the weight of a grand piano because of its Hemanite core—an extremely dense iron ore.
From the moment she touched it and it moved just an inch on her first try, I knew we were off to an encouraging start.
She had the innate strength.
She just needed to push it to the surface. To hone it. To forge it into ammunition for the arsenal of skills she was gathering.
She had it in her soul. She just needed her body to be the conductor for it.
Electricity existed but needed wires to flow.
Music existed in the mind but needed an instrument to be heard.
Magic existed in the soul but needed a trained body to manifest.
