Miya walked through the shadows. Exhaustion written all over her dirtied face. A black hooded cloak covered her body, the cloak hid her ripped white dress that had been ripped from the normal long tail of the goddess dress to a short ripped dress with the gold detailing along the top. Her feet were shoe-less, the ankle bracelets and gold necklace somehow still intact on her body. Her normally shining blonde hair was pulled into a braid to the side, pieces hanging out around her face and other places. Bags visible under her now dull blue eyes; bruises, dirt, and scrapes covering her body. 

[i]'I have to be almost there, mother and father said it was around here.'[/i] Miya thought. She was worn out and not in the best mental state, not after seeing her parents killed in front of her a month ago, and not with the balance being so off on this world. It affected her greatly seeing as she thrived off of the balance in the world she currently resided in. 

[i]'One last shadow jump. Imagine a room with heroes who would help me and whom I could help'[/i] Miya thought as she closed her eyes. Shadows enveloped her and soon she appeared out of the shadows in the training room. She opened her eyes and saw all of the people training, a small smile made its way to her covered face before she fell to her knees close to being unconscious. 

Seeing as she was Miya, her body decided to shut down to get her to rest. The other teens would see only a figure who appeared out of nowhere in a black cloak that completely hid her appearance. If they readied an attack she wouldn't be surprised. She just hoped they wouldn't