The past few months have been something Chiara could only describe as a purgatory right now. When she had been asked to join the HERO training squads, she was happy, perhaps even excited to be able to help others outside of the village she grew up in. She expected to be ported anywhere she was needed, healing terrible diseases and mortal wounds on soldiers. What she did not expected was to be treated like a soldier herself, being pushed past her physical boundaries and mental restraints.<br/><br/>She had hated her training. She could not say that she was the one who hated it the most, she had heard a fair share of equally, or perhaps even more horrifying stories of others. But to her, her training was god-awful enough. They tried to make her use her gift for hurting, to bend the light as a destructive force. It felt wrong to do such a thing, to create such volatile mortal beams from the very palms that have cured diseases and made a stopped heart beat again. She was broken to the point of crying, from just purely being pushed and slammed into corners until she<i>finally</i>fought back.<br/><br/>With every bullet of light and every blast that was send towards her trainers, she apologised. She even healed them mid-fight, because she was so afraid they would be hurt. All with all, she could be described at the worst trainee possible, but in the end she learned how to deal with her training from a friend.<br/><br/>One of the few things that kept her continuing on with her training was the feeling of being needed there. And she loved to help others, not only by tending to their wounds or soothing the strained and painfully stretched muscles by using her warming light, but also by listening to their troubles and the horrific things they have experienced. Chiara was patient, loving and kind to everyone who wanted her help, and she felt herself being perked up with each returning smile she got. There had been a few particular HERO's that needed some extra care than others. One of which became her good friend, who also taught her to be less frightened about hurting and killing with her powers.<br/><br/>But now, now they have been woken up by the harsh and piercing cruel voice of their trainer, and Chiara felt that it was going to be different this time. She dressed quickly, putting on various layers of cloth and her own custom-made habit. (<a class="externalLink" href="http://i7.minus.com/ibkg99UAWdDc6A.jpg" target="_blank">This one</a>, but completely white instead of beige) It was pure white, with black details and a very-well fitting hood all nuns wear. Her own habit however was nothing like the habits she used to wear in the convent. This one was padded with extra protection, had several pockets all over for things like flasks of water, knives, rope and other tools that could come in handy. But mostly, it was remade to provide the woman with more protection than what a simple cloth like her old habit could give her. She could not help but like her armour, she still looked very much like a nun in it, but a little tougher as well.<br/><br/>Chiara did not have to wait too long to find out what was going to happen with all the of the students in their block. She was soon teleported to somewhere else, and during the speeches her teachers gave her, she knew that this was going to be the final test. Not that it would be the most dangerous thing they ever have to face, she already knew that this was just going to be a taste from what was waiting for them after their graduation. Nevertheless, being ported to somewhere, somewhat unprepared has its disadvantages.<br/><br/>Upon falling into the air into the lake, Chiara sputtered out the water that had reached up into her throat and nose. She was a good swimmer, but swimming with a robe as heavy as hers was difficult. When the soaking wet nun finally has reached land, she stretched forward and bend over to wrench out the water in her hair and robes. It took her a while to do so, but she still seemed to somewhat shiver of cold due to the chilly breeze that set in when breaking into the night. She wondered how the others were doing, and was soon set out to find her friend amongst the crowd of complaining and soaking wet hero's around her.<br/><br/><b>''Franz! Franz, where are you?''</b><br/><br/>She shouted, as her eyes darted around to find the colourful fellow she was looking for.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>