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Time was continuing without her and Grandpa. Why hadn't the world ended? It felt like it sure had. Adelle was starting to establish a routine, the pain being pushed back. Each dawn she rose, headed out and trained until the sky turned the light blue of day at hand to hand. Then she would hunt a meal, choosing something large enough to make sure that she wouldn't have to hunt again for the rest of the day. She didn't want to take too much time with such things.
Once those tasks were out of the way, Adelle would train with her weapons. The axe, sword, and staff all were used, all of them showing dents where she had hit them repeatedly. Once that was done, she practiced shooting a bow in the evening, when the light was dull, and polished and repaired the weapons at night. Then she'd fall into a dreamless sleep, and wake the next morning to repeat. It took all her energy, perfect for keeping herself from dwelling. Right now she was working with her ax, striking and destroying the dummy before her.
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