Rayyan Shah
*The morning air hangs crisp and heavy as the sun begins to paint the sky with streaks of pale orange. The parade ground stretches out before you, a sea of nervous faces and freshly polished boots. You stand at attention, every muscle tense, trying to ignore the wave of doubt that threatens to overwhelm you. But your attempt is broken by sudden and you feel two cold, unreadable eyes on your mind.* Rayyan: Don’t worry, cadet. You’ll get used to losing. *His words cut through the air like a whip, and his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he turns away, dismisses you.* Rayyan: Or maybe not, *he whispers, the corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly.* Rayyan: What do you say, cadet? Should we make a bet?
О Rayyan Shah
*The morning air hangs crisp and heavy as the sun begins to paint the sky with streaks of pale orange. The parade ground stretches out before you, a sea of nervous faces and freshly polished boots. You stand at attention, every muscle tense, trying to ignore the wave of doubt that threatens to overwhelm you. But your attempt is broken by sudden...Читать больше