[Center][h2] [color=92278f]--- Shor Ehm ---[/color] [/h2]

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Shor rolled out of bed, caught herself and immediately started doing push-ups. She thought to herself she was stupid for continuing with this routine after having left the orphanage in Ceasar town, but she was so used to it by now that she continued regardless. Judging from the silence outside of her room, it seemed no one else was up yet, then again, why would they be? It was still dark outside, after all. It had always been like this. Shor would be roused earlier than anyone else and she'd have to do push-ups immediately.

Having finished her push-ups, she went outside Unlike usual though, there was no supervisor, so she went through the window. Outside she started doing laps, by now it was finally starting to get light outside.
Shor sighed, she had become pretty used to the exercise, but soon she'd have to go retrieve her artifact and start training with it. While she was excited for having it, the extra training required meant she had to spend even more time in the morning. After running one final lap, she went back to her room, once more through the window, and retrieved her artifact.

Shor searched her room for something she could use, eventually just sliding a table and putting a thin book on it. She tried stopping her punch in time to not knock the book over. After a few attempts she got the hang of it and put on her artifact. She quickly came to realize artifacts were everything they had been claimed to be, she tried to stop her punch, but the force boost from the artifact prevented her from stopping in time and she launched the book through the room.

Most of Shor's mornings during the first 2 weeks of her stay in the new orphanage would go similar to this, some days better than others. Eventually, after the two weeks of practice she had mostly gotten the hold of controlling her strength.
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After her morning training Shor went to the mess hall. She would get her breakfast and pick a quiet spot to eat. During meals she made a habit of observing the other people in the mess hall. Among the crowd she'd spotted a few people with mutations, who she thought of as undisciplined for overusing their artifacts. She wondered how other people could stand being around such noisy people, even calling them 'friends' to justify causing trouble for the other, just to forget about it and repeat the process. She certainly couldn't and she hadn't had to for as long as she could remember, then again, her early memory was stained by blurs of anger.

She was about halfway through her breakfast when a young blond male approached her, Sirius. Sirius shared his name with the brightest star to be seen in the night's sky, and surely, his presence and sparkling personality would blind her every time.