PG-13 for some violence, romance, mild language.
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The mud splattered on her face and uniform as she broke her fall. Hearing the boys laughter made her knuckles crack as she clenched her hands into fists. Rage boiled in her veins, a feeling that was always triggered by the same group. She wanted to pummel one of them with her shield. After standing on her feet again, she rubbed her hands to get rid of the mud.
"Dwarf! Why don't you go back to your father's manor and learn how to sew or cook like the servants!" The boys laughed again as one of them mocked being a girl.
"My mother was a knight too, you know!" Ialia replied, her hands curling back into fists.
"But I bet she wasn't so short like you, Dwarf!"
Growling in frustration, Ialia stepped forward with her arm back. In momentum, she jabbed the boy right at his nose causing him to squeal in a high pitch voice. Ialia laughed, "You scream like a girl!" The boy glared and panicked as he held onto his bloody nose. "Now get outta here!" As the boy ran off, the rest of his friends surrounded her causing her to look up at them. Her face never once showed fear, only willpower.
"Face it girl, you'll never be a knight! You're damn short and there's no dresses for you to wear."
"Hm, funny! Haven't I defeated you in a sparring match before?" she questioned the other boy who jeered at her. The boy pushed her again causing one of his friends to catch her and throw her on the ground. Yet not one sound of pain slipped from her.