Hawk came up to me and was obviously trying to make light of the situation.
“See, it wasn't that bad.”
“I don't think your leader likes me very much.”
“She's like that with every stranger, don't worry.”
“I can't see her being any different, sorry.” I mumbled.
“Haha, she's actually too kind for her own good. Lately, she's been so distant, though. Like that fire I once saw in her eyes has gone out.” Hawk frowned.
“Must be a stressful position she's in.”
“Yeah, I tend to forget about that. So, uh, you're going to want to come with me. Another one of my jobs is to put the new recruits through the trial.” She played with a lock of her black colored hair in a distracting way.
“Is it difficult?”
“Takes a week at most.”
“Does it involve fighting?” I asked, thinking back to the many conflicts I'd had in the past.
“We'll see.” She smiled as she turned and began to walk down the hallway.
Nothing else was said between us on our way to our destination. The area of which we were currently in was quiet. Hawk went up to one of the doors and unlocked it. She tossed me a key moments later.
“This room's yours.”
“What? I...don't understand?” I asked, confused because I'd never really had such a thing before.
“Not much to understand, miss. You sleep and keep your stuff there too, and such.”
“I...so I don't have to sleep outside?” I was still baffled.
“Nah. Of course, we would've killed you if you were a spy or if you attacked our Leader, but since you seem to have no ill intentions, we are obliged to show you our hospitality. Also, you said you wish to be one of us, soooo...there's something to respect, there.” Hawk smiled.
“Thank you. This means so much!”
“Haha, it gets cold at night outside, I know. Hopefully, you won't have to deal with it that much anymore. You should go get some rest, though. Your trial is tomorrow. I'll see you then.” After leading me inside the room, she shut the door behind her and left me alone.
I walked up to the bed and sat on it. There wasn't a point in my memory where I could recall sleeping on one. It looked comforting and I began to get a little fatigued just by staring at it.
Taking off my coat and the other things I'd brought with me, I felt as though my shoulders had become lighter somehow. As if a part of who I was that had burdened me for so long was on its way out of my life.
There was a mirror in the room and I walked up to it curiously. I hadn't seen my reflection many times as far as I could recall and was quite taken aback when I stared into it. My own tired hazel eyes stared back at me. The straight orange hair which ran down my shoulders was in a bit of a mess, but there wasn't much I could do about that. I traced the few scars that were on my face; I hadn't known that they were that noticeable.
I stared at myself for a while longer before sitting on the bed again. With that fatigued feeling coming over me again, I laid down and submitted to it completely.