((sorry as well. been absent. Hope the game picks up again :) I swear its cursed! haha))<br/><br/>Under the Headmistress' orders, Shell refrained from helping him any more then was needed. He didn't know just how badly he was injured until he was permitted to walk the grounds on his own. Shell, of course, was with him, but she kept from aiding him, simply made sure he was coping, and kept him away from student only areas, where training was happening.<br/><br/>It would have been quite maddening. Every step was a struggle, and he would constantly catch glimpses of the students, but never did he see anything that well. Surely, the stories of the Grey Ghost would have aroused imaginings in him, of what other Heroines were capable of, and yet always they were two far away or behind a hill or building. It was like he was being spurred on to heal up and join them.<br/><br/>Even so, healing on his own would be a long ordeal. It was several weeks before he was deemed fit enough to walk without his crutch. And soon, the day came that faded scars were all that remained of his injuries. Alone, he would have surely died from the extensive damage he had taken in his fall, but Shell had made sure he was just at the threshold of health. When finally he had overcame this on his own, there was a subtle but unmistakable pride in her.<br/><br/>The morning came that he would join the other students, and was roused unceromoniously from bed, a set of white battle robes tossed onto him and almost literally kicked from his bed.<br/><br/>The large, heavily muscled woman would have him dressing before his eyes had unblurred, her loud, commanding voice siezing him while he was still half asleep. Before he knew it, he would be marching along in front of her, outside... and toward the sounds of training.<br/><br/>He would notice soon enough that another girl was next to him, hastily dressed and in quite the same situation as he. A new student, just like him. His first day wouldn't be alone.<br/><br/>But on his other side, was another girl, who, for some reason or another, did not appear as new as he or the other girl. She seemed to know this drill by now, and had an air of experience about her...<br/><br/>In his mind, he would hear the echo of the Headmistress' voice, and distantly, the scratching of her quill. Wherever it was she was talking to him from, she was still writing. How could one woman fill so many books? It was unthinkable...<br/><br/><em>Listen close Milo. Your going to pushed harder today then you ever have been before. Your not alone in this. The girl to your left is a new student like you, but the one to your right, is your Buddy. She has only been here a few weeks, but she shows great promise. Be kind to her. She has taken the recruits treatment a second time, just to be here with you two during your first day. I hope all three of you make it through the day. Goodluck.</em><br/><br/>The silver hair girl was cut into a pudding basin, the straight, almost liquid like hairs just touching her shoulders. She seemed strong, her arms and legs thicker then most girls, though she was still quite effeminite, like a wrestler or brawler. Eyes were deepest blue, wild and proud like a beast, face heart shaped and with a sisterly air, like a mother lioness.<br/><br/>She broke the marching one second to tilt her head in his direction, winking.<br/><br/>"Morning little buddy" her giggle was like honey in his ears.<br/><br/><strong>Proceed to Chapter 1: Iron on the Anvil</strong>