"Training: Passion Found"
After her decision to stay with her family there was a unanimous decision, communicated7 in that strange unspoken way the rangers seemed to love, that it was time for Jvalka to begin her training. Of course, everything until the point was part of it, but now? It was time for weapons.
As was customary among the Guardians (though none but them would know it), the weapons she chose to learn were all the choices of her own. Although she took a day to deliberate, she eventually decided on the bow for her ranged weapon, and short, dagger-like curved blades for her close-combat ones. More specifically, she’d chosen the recurve bow, and the karambit. The Guardians were pleased with her choices, as they showed clearly her intent to be challenged, and willingness to put in effort to achieve greatness. But they also knew it would be quite difficult for her to master the bow especially, it having a draw-weight nearly have as heavy as she was. So they started with the karambit and physical conditioning, which was by no means easy- especially for one who was only seven, regardless of the fact that she’d been active all her life until them. It didn’t prepare her for the intensive strength training, nor the brawls she was constantly put into. And it certainly didn’t prepare her for the spontaneity of the melee mock battles she was put through. They told her, the first time she was quickly and firmly stomped down in a firm but gentle surprise attack, that a ranger must never be caught off guard- that her weapons would become her constant companions, and she must never be without them.
Of course, being seven, this might’ve been more difficult for some, but she’d seen what all the others did for the Forest. And she took their words to heart- for while she most certainly had no qualms about lying to others, the Guardians were her family,, and the forest her home. She loved it and all that was in it with a caring unmatched by normal, greed-touched hearts. So she followed their orders, though not, perhaps, in the way they were expecting. She sat one night with her blades laid gently unsheathed on her lap and bow before, and introduced herself. She told them her name, and told them that they would be best friends from here on out. And she knew, at fifteen, when she was to find a mount of her own, she would also choose to name them. So she learned, and she grew. She gained cuts, scrapes, bruises, and scars along the way. She went to sleep sore, and woke up the same way. It was anything but easy, but it was... right. And as she grew, and as she learned, her love and respect for the other residents of the forest grew with her. There was no way to miss the quiet respect the animals within it gave the Guardians, or the trust they were offered because of their protection. As her love grew, so did her passion to protect those that received her love, no matter what the cost.. but there was one thing that cemented it, after she had started to truly know her weapons and become dangerous. One thing, which made her vow her protection in a moment of seriousness uncommon for the little one. Put simply, it was a moment of vulnerability. Not many were able to witness the birth of a newborn unicorn- in fact, nearly none would be blessed by such a sight, but the Guardians stood quietly with the mare, protecting her. The little colt, once risen, even had the audacity to go bump his quivering nose against Jvalka’s hand- and she wept, because even at twelve years old she knew that this was something truly magical. After this, she threw herself further into her training, and began to go “spy” on the villagers sometime, her blindfolded form becoming a common sight, though few noticed her weapons, and none recognized her as a Guardian from the travelers cloak she had “borrowed permanently” from an adventurer she’d scared away from the forest.
And so she grew, her passion growing with her, as she protected those that she loved most in the world. She knew, as long as she lived, she’d never stop protecting the forest she lived in.