"You come from many bloodlines." He would remind her as she would meditate."You come from the greatest hereos, and brightest rulers this world has ever seen. " After she was done meditating, Azalea would open her eyes and listen.
"Your grandmother, Sarah Washington. She was a beautiful black and hispanic woman. Not only was she pretty but she was a soldier. Which is how she met your grandfather, the grandson of the last emperor." He would go through there history over and over until Azalea realized one thing:
You can be whatever you want
because you are a child of success.
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It was early in the morning. Azalea rushed through her chores, took a bath and got dress before heading to the field of Mars. She skipped breakfast, being a child of Venus seems to give you less of an appetite... at least that was what she thought. Azalea never thought of having breakfast, never really enjoyed it either. She was first up and first down. Azalea was one of the first to train and sharpen her skills. Each day she would practice her Roman fighting, she would practice it until it was perfect. Sloppy fighting is horrible fighting. She would tell herself each day in Chinese.
When she got to the Field Of Mars she realized she was being followed. Azalea took out her sword and raised."Ally or enemy?" She called out. There was not answer. Azalea repeated it and still no answer. No answer, but there was a shadow that began to hover over her. She slowly turned around and whipped her sword around. It was a mistake too.
"Chirp!" It called to Azalea who missed.
"Twiggy? How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me." Azalea crossed her arms and scowled the large beautiful dove. The dove was almost similar to the giant eagles but wasn't used for the same purpose. The dove was Azalea's companion and mount; although, it wasn't war mount material.