To True{trident}

At the sound of a voice she turned around. She looked at the boy who had just complimented her. It was a boy seeming to be about her age. She had seen him around before but she had forgotten his name. Renard. Richard. Ryan! Of course it was Ryan. He was kind of good looking. Tall and strong like most of the careers who trained here. He was kind of handsome too but she pushed that thought out of her head.

"Thanks." She said. Milen didn't really care about how others thought about her though. As long as it wasn't thinking she was a weak scared little girl. She had been getting compliments like nice shot and amazing ever since she was 9 and had started career training.

Ever since she had learned to wield a sword her trainers had clapped for her as she sliced off a dummies head. Ever since she learned to throw knives dead center to a target she had been getting compliments from that. She felt the need to be polite to a fellow career though. She took up another knife and turned back to the target.

She thought about where to hit it next. Somewhere hard to hit most likely. She threw the knife and in a second it landed in the dummies hand. Hard to hit but won't kill.

Milen saw the knife hit the dummy near the heart. She was kind of impressed knowing that most people didn't start their career training as early as she did. So hitting near the heart was just as good as hitting it. Milen had only mastered the art of hitting dead center last month.

Milen shrugged and said simply, "It's good I suppose."

Even though she was rather impressed by it. She looked at him in wonder which she didn't let show. How could he have gotten that close. She knew most people started at the age of 10 or 11. She had started at the age of eight and had practiced for 7 years before mastering it. He must have started later and to get that close now was impressive.

Milen thought for a moment. Most people didn't really fight with knives much but she supposed she could try. She didn't practice it very often though because when ever she asks one of the trainers to help her with it she always gets pushed to the ground with a blunted knife at her throat.

She didn't want to seem like a chicken though so she said, "Sure." Milen picked up a blunted sparing knife hesitantly. She was good at throwing not stabbing really closely. She liked to see blood, but not on her. If she was in the games these would be one of the last weapons she would use.

"Are you sure though." She asked nervously. She had seen some career boys spar with knives before. Generally she thought the boys were better and the up close combat part and the girls seemed better at distance. She hoped Ryan wasn't like the other career boys though because then she would pushed to the ground easily with a blunted knife pointing at her and feeling humiliated.

Milen hated to feel humiliated.

Mizar had done that to her in the 66th games by dying.