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Sinnia

Sinnia sat, her knees up by her chin, against one of the castle hallway walls. No one had walked by in quite some time, which was nice. She liked being alone. When she was alone, she didn't feel as though she was half-empty.

It had occurred to her to ask her mentor, Jurri, about the feeling, yet she didn't really want to. That, truthfully, would mean talking to Jurri, something she wasn't quite ready to do.

She was definitely stronger than some of Prince Laharl's other minions. That was a fact. She had proved herself in a few battles over the last few days, but all but one were really training sessions run by the closest thing the group had to an actual commander, Lyss. And, embarrassingly enough, it was Lyss who had to keep coming to her rescue.

Lyss was the one everyone admitted to looking up to. She was as kind and sweet as any self-respecting demon could be, yet she corrected and praised more than she punished. Sinnia could easily see why Lyss had everything.

Lyss had a high rank with the Dark Assembly. Lyss had Prince Laharl's favour. Lyss had the best weapons and accesories the second they were available.

And Sinnia, she knew that she was barely alloted scraps in the budget. She received hand-me-downs from the ronin E-chan and the trio of ghosts.

"You look just like Lyss used to, sitting there," a voice said suddenly.

Sinnia looked up quickly, blinking a moment before she realized it was Tana, the pink-haired brawler who was more commonly known as Lyss' girlfriend.

"Huh?" Sinnia stammered, getting to her feet. Hopefully she wouldn't get in trouble for skipping out on practice. It was just that her heart wasn't in it at all.

"Lyss," Tana continued, "used to come sit up here whenever she was revived after falling in battle. It embarrassed her. She had a hard time learning her weapon and couldn't hit very hard for a long time. So she hid."

Sinnia blinked. Surely Tana was telling a tale. Demons did lie often.

"You look like you don't believe me!" Tana exclaimed, laughing. "It's true. You just weren't around back then. No one starts out as the best, they work their way there."

"There's no place for me though," Sinnia said. "I'm... baggage."

"That isn't true," Tana replied, her hands on her hips. "If there could only be one star brawler, I wouldn't still be around. So there's more than enough room for warriors."

Sinnia shook her head. "I'll never be as good as Lyss."

"Fine then," Tana said, turning to go. "Be as good as Sinnia."

With her mouth open to retort, Sinnia found herself suddenly speechless. She didn't have to become Lyss. She could find her own place.

Running in the other direction, Sinnia could only hope Lyss would forgive her lateness and let her take a stab, literally, at one of the practice fafnirs out in Blair Forest..