Kisara Tendo was not a particularly happy camper when it came to having to live in this particular monastery.  First off, she had been dropped here by her parents when she was five, and hadn't ever seen them after that.  Letters came...but only infrequently.  The last had been four years ago, and was obviously haphazardly written.  Stupid parents.  Ditching their responsibility to her so they could go gallivanting off for themselves!<br/><br/>Then came the monastery itself.  For the first few years, when she had lived with the children, she had enjoyed it, really, she had, the singing and the studying and the practice, it felt like something was actually being done!  Of course, then she turned fourteen and went to live with the adults...whereupon she discovered that inbetween sessions, they weren't quite strictly adhering to their code of chastity.  Oh, yes, there was not a boy anywhere to be seen, no one would officially accuse them of anything...but she knew from these five years past that they had broken it.  Stupid priestesses.<br/><br/>And then there was her.  She had actually refused to play their games...so whenever it came to actually needing something to get done, it was pretty much always given to her.  Take the storage room.  Kisara was cleaning it out because anyone else who came in here would have done<em>entirely different</em>activities in here with their 'helper.'  Kisara, lacking one, got things done.<br/><br/>The latest thing she'd found was an old statuette of the goddess that the monastery was supposed to venerate.  Hah.  Like their goddess would approve of...Kisara dropped the statue upon seeing it start to glow and...grow?  She backed up towards the door, inching away in fear, eyes riveted on the glowing form.