Literature
The Forgotten: A Vignette
Ava’s wild blue hair hung around her shoulders as she stood, centered in the park’s lawn. The gathering crowd made her nervous, but she needed to focus at the moment. She took several deep breaths, slowing her heart rate, while drawing her arms closer to her body. Focus on balance, not power, she reminded herself; remember structure, not techniques; maintain flow, not speed. Marek Roth, across from her, bounced on his toes, tensed as usual. He continued to shift his position, attempting to find an opening in her defense. He did a quick shuffle step forward, and she moved to meet his advance. Marek crouched in a fully extended, agg