â€œAGAIN!â€ her words punctuated with the striking of the butt end of her spear on the stone floor, the young students before her thrusting forward with their spears at her command. â€œTOO SLOW! AGAIN!â€ she snapped again punctuating her words with the end of her spear, the young students her future royal guards crying out and thrusting once again. Over and over she drilled them in this one move, in this one technique while explaining to them the importance of the move.<br/><br/>â€œYou must not hesitate with the killing blowâ€¦.â€<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK!</span></span>Spear striking the ground signaling them to do the move again.<br/><br/>â€œOne moment of hesitation, a mere fraction of a second and your enemy can kill youâ€¦â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK! â€œAH!â€ the students crying out in unison as they thrust.</span></span><br/><br/>â€œYou were chosen to become the future royal guard because you showed the most potentialâ€¦â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK! â€œAH!â€ </span></span><br/><br/>â€œThe strongestâ€¦â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK! â€œAH!â€</span></span><br/><br/>â€œThe fastestâ€¦â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK! â€œAH!â€</span></span><br/><br/>â€œThe toughestâ€¦â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK! â€œAH!â€</span></span><br/><br/>â€œNow I need you to be the bravest and do not hesitate when it comes to ending the life of your enemy!â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK! â€œAH!â€</span></span><br/><br/>Maka moved to stand before the group of students rapping her spear end twice on the ground to call an end to the class. The young students forming up into ranks and standing at attention till the final rapping of her spear then they filed out of the training chambers to bath and change before heading back home to their parents. She watched with pride as they left, knowing that their parents were going to be pleased to have them back and even more proud then she was that they were chosen to be the next line of Elite Royal guards. Some of them their own parents were current guards, but then there were some whom she spotted while she was out and about visiting, working and socializing with her people. She would push them till they think they had reached their limit only for her to then push them further, molding and shaping them into the very best soldiers that they could ever be.  So far they were off to a good start and she had barely begun to scratch the surface with them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">**Some time later in her study***********************************************</span></span><br/><br/>Standing at the large table that took up most of the room a breeze blew in through the open doors of her balcony, but it was not a normal breezeâ€¦it was<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Him</span></span>. Sighing she strode over to the balcony to look down at the bustling life below, scanning the area till her eyes landed on<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">HIM.</span></span><br/>â€œWhat could he want?â€ she grumbles to herself as she goes about putting her study back in order, putting book s and maps away. Then not really sure why she heads to her private chambers to freshen up a bit, for some reason having the lord of Wind see her not looking her best did not sit well with Maka. Even if he annoyed her more than any other person in the world, she still could not herself from fixing up her hair and ensuring that she looked better than she had a moment ago.<br/><br/>There was a knock at her chambers door and she waved her hands making them swing open on their own â€œMâ€™lady Makaâ€¦the Lordâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œI know. Jurah is hereâ€ she cut him off as she strode past him toward where she knew he awaited, the guard standing there for a moment confused that she would know without him having said anything but then shook it off, after all she was the Mistress of Earth.<br/><br/>Maka entered the chambers with a light smile, forced more than then anything genuine for she was not sure as what he was up to with visiting her like this. Stopping a bit from him she bowed her head in greeting, â€œLord Jurah what an unexpected visit this isâ€¦something amiss?â€ she asked as she stood waiting for his response, silently chastising herself for her inability to stop herself from taking in his form and that odd almost pleasant sensation she got whenever he was around.