A SCARY PLAN

The moon hung high in the night sky as Rowan swung his sword with precision and determination. The training grounds were deserted, everyone else having retired for the night. He had always found solace in the quiet stillness of the night, where he could focus solely on his training without distractions.

Unbeknownst to Rowan, Ajatar had silently approached, her eyes fixed on him as he moved through his drills. She watched him for a while, admiring his dedication and skill. It wasn't until he paused, wiping the sweat from his brow, that he finally noticed her presence.

"Hey," Ajatar greeted softly, her voice carrying on the night breeze.

Startled, Rowan turned to face her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Ajatar, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be resting?"

Ajatar shrugged, her gaze lingering on Rowan's sword. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come and keep you company."

Rowan sheathed his sword and sat down on a nearby bench, gesturing for Ajatar to join him. She obliged, settling
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