[center][h3][u][color=firebrick]Cerylia[/color][/u][/h3]


There was practically a sigh of relief when the Commander of the Division showed up and put a premature stop to Cerylia's little exercise. It was a mercy anyway, the recruits were lacking in most areas; were they to be sent off to battle Cerylia doubted that any would return...most, she figured, would perish within the first hour. Though there was just the one, the one that offered no complaint, that kept up where others didn't, that even stood up to the Division Commander. Cerylia nodded her silent approval to the recruit, glad that at least one showed the conviction and drive to be better than the rest. This woman, this Jewel, was just that. A jewel. A gem. A potential Elite in the making. 

[color=firebrick]"If I were you, Commander, I'd be thanking me. Your recruits this time are softer than sludge and no amount of training will mould them into anything worth a damn."[/color] Cerylia didn't hold back, and if any of the now standing recruits were hurt by her words than it only served to further her point. [color=firebrick]"It's am embarrassment to be in the same military with these rejects. Toughen them up, Commander. And as for you,"[/color] Cerylia now turned to Jewel Rivers, who stood at attention with excellent posture, [color=firebrick]"From now on you're under my tutelage. You show promise, and with proper guidance you might well find yourself amongst the Elite as I was. You are to report to the Elite Barracks."[/color]

Cerylia nodded at Jewel's salute and turned on her heels, the boots clicking and echoing on the ground as the instructor left the new recruits to their training. Behind her trailed Jewel with a steely look of determination; it was enough to make Cerylia feel a sense of pride.[/center]