Kylaia al Jmaa
A.k.a. the Unicorn
NOTE: I don't own the countries, or the places, except the Shang training center, and Aliya, the Boar, the Wolf, and other things to do with Shang, except Kylaia, Liam, the Wildcat, and most of the Yamani traditions.
PART 3-The Training
Kylaia's black hair soon grew down her back, and every time she moved her hair would whisper and swish. Her movements were graceful and flowing, and the black in her eyes seemed to shift and swirl, making people look at her. So, by the time she was ten, she responded to all of them by becoming silent, and rarely talked, except to Aliya.
"All you, now we'll be hand to hand fighting freestyle. Pair up! Aliya Suasion...Gareth Weldon, Kylaia al Jmaa…Liam Ironarm," the Wildcat yelled. All the children, who were all, considered to be trainees, ran over to their partner, and stood, quiet, awaiting orders.
"Face each other, and start!" the Wolf yelled. Liam swung; Kylaia blocked, then swung her leg up to meet his thigh. Liam brought his hand down to block her foot, but her foot came in contact with his leg, and Liam dropped. Kylaia stared at Liam, her eyes filled with cold hatred, and he looked back with only awe in his eyes.
"Good Kylaia," the Wildcat said to her. She stood silent, not knowing how to respond to such praise; you were rarely complimented in the Order of Shang. Kylaia then walked away to lunch, her head filled with confusion. Aliya joined her, but waited for her to start speaking.
"I was never praised, never!" Kylaia exclaimed suddenly.
"You made Liam fall to his knees. He is one of the best trainees," Aliya said.
"So…it's like a symbol of winning. When he fell to his knees, it was like surrendering to an enemy," mulled Kylaia.
"Exactly," Aliya answered. That was something to think about. Liam surrendered, to her, she thought. Yet, I hate him, with everything I possess, he doesn't seem too. She ate the rice and tea given to her, preoccupied. She then stood up, and walked outside, her tea and rice left to get cold and congeal. Her day had been one puzzle after another, and her she built the wall around herself higher. By the time she was twelve, her teachers would find Kylaia in empty rooms exercising, her arms and legs punching and kicking air smoothly and fast. Every move looked thought out, yet there was less than a second between each.
"Kylaia? Where are you?" Aliya called.
"Here, in this room," she answered. Aliya stood in the doorway watching her. She was like an artwork; all water and fire. Every movement flowed from the last, anger and hate highlighting the action. The energy stream rushed out of her, into intricate and complex trusts, punches, kicks and throws. Liam walked past as she was in mid-kick, and stopped.
"Kylaia, will you fight me? Your technique impresses me," Liam commented.
"No! Who are you to be impressed or bored?" Kylaia yelled.
"Well, I thought that-" Liam started, then stopped, looking at her disgusted face. She turned around and started, once again, to kick and punch the air. Liam took the air's place, but kicked back. Kylaia responded, by bringing her foot up, hopping, then crashing her foot into his stomach, and knocking him to the floor. She then stood, and walked away, leaving Liam sprawled on the floor, trying to sit up.