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Thora peered into the semi-darkness of the cave system stretching out in front of her, the dim lights of the Dragon's Gold being the only thing lighting up the cave. She did not know what expected her in that cave, but, it did not matter, she had to do it anyway.
So, slung her gun in front of her protectively and entered the dark mouth.

Cautiously she stepped around the first sharp stalagmites and stalactites when she felt something. The air was brimming with something, strange, billowing. One thing was sure, it wasn't normal and it was not something she had felt before. This feeling made her hesitate.

A rumble pierced the deafening silence and the billowing feeling was disturbed, waves of humidity and hot air hit her unprotected face making her recoil in surprise. Just that instant, with an almost ear shattering sound, enhanced by the tightness of the cavern, hot water erupted from a puddle she had mistakenly judged as not too deep in a geyser of boiling water. She didn't see, but she could feel the water hitting the ceiling for a short while until the stream stopped.

That was supposed to be challenging? A geyser...? Though one which periodicity Thora did not know, so there was that, but... What kind of idiot would you have to be to get hit by that? A slight chuckle escaped her as she sat down, tuning her gun to let out drops of water in a regular interval.

She seated herself cross-legged on the rough stone floor of the cavern watching the drops of water come out of her gun, counting every one of them and feeling the water in the air. It was a peculiar feeling. In her entire life so far, she hadn't felt water this much before, not even on her one trip to the ocean, the trip, where her parents learned of her "talents".

Thora closed her eyes. She could practically taste the element, her element. But now she had to wait, figure out the specific qualities of the geyser in front of her and, since this was a test, she judged that, if there were more geysers ahead of her, they'd have the same, or at least similar enough qualities, so that she did not have to do this for every single geyser she encountered, though, if she had to do it, she'd do it just as well.
Patience was a virtue after all and Thora had a lot of it.

She let the geyser in front of her erupt twice, carving every last detail into her brain that she was able to catch, before she got up and, after the third eruption, crossed it. 
She now felt ready to sense at what stage of eruption a geyser, at least in this instance, would be. 
So, with careful steps, she crossed the geyser field, only having to stop once more to let a geyser calm down.

However, now she had a problem.

The close and tight cave had given in to a massive cavern, the air being significantly colder here, though, as a result, it was way less stuffy and Thora could, now, actually properly breathe well.
But, the big thing, literally, was the massive wall of ice in front of her now... And up on top of the face of the wall appeared to be the exit.

Well, shit. 

She had no climbing equipment whatsoever, no rope, no pickax, no climbing boots, nothing... Nothing but her water gun and what could a water gun do to help her climb...

Her heart sunk and she slumped to the ground, one hand on the massive wall, though, now, as she touched it, it didn't feel as massive anymore as it appeared. It seemed like a trap,.but... that didn't matter that much to her anymore.

How was she supposed to do this... 

Depressed, she leaned her back against the cold ice, the water seeping through her clothes and slowly into her skin.
Even though it was super cold, it felt good. It always did when she bathed and swam. She might not have been able to control the water around her, but it still gave her strength.

A lone tear rolled down her cheek resting on the glacier like that. Frustration welled up in her. Why? Why was she born with powers that excluded her from participating in society, but were so weak that she couldn't even climb an icy cliff face?

With an extremely hoarse, croaky and alien sounding scream, the first sound she had made in the Academy so far, making it clear how much her vocal chords had already deteriorated, she punched the solid wall of ice. Chunks broke free and impacted the ground all around her shattering on impact and showering her with icy debris. Then she spotted one of the chunks heading right for her.

She stretched her arm outwards to catch it and at least prevent damage to her head and closed her eyes in preparation of the pain of her arm bones breaking to bits. But it didn't happen. Instead, she felt a flow from her hand, icy, cold, fluid, running through her blood and from one arm into the other and from there, through her connection with the gun, into its chamber. She could sense it there, inside the water chamber of her gun.

What had happened? Confused, Thora opened her eyes to see just a tiny bit of ice left on the flat of her hand that slowly withered away until it vanished. With it, the flowing feeling inside her body stopped as well.

The most trying times make you grow the most, she had once heard somebody say, whoever that was, wasn't important at the moment, but it appeared that she had made the chunk of ice melt in her hand to serve as water supply for her gun, just like she is constantly using the air humidity to serve as her water supply.

That... She could use that! If she could convert the ice to ammunition...! She could, instead of climbing up, which would be dangerous anyway, as she now had seen, brittle as the wall was, but she could dig herself up there, yes!

Excitedly, she patted herself off of chunks of ice and let her skin absorb the wetness from her clothes. With a spurt, she emptied the chamber of her gun and laid a hand on the ice wall. Concentrating heavily, she managed, after a while, to draw upon the same feeling she had earlier.
In front of her, the ice slowly vanished and a small indentation in the wall formed as she sprayed the water she gained from that out her gun behind her. It was small, though, even if she was tiny herself, the tunnel she was starting to dig herself was smaller than her still, so she had to duck.

But now, she was elated. Aiming upwards, she slowly, quite slowly, ascended through the wall, spiralling upwards further and further through thick, massive ice in the core of the glacier. It took time, lots of time, but exhausted, she dug herself into the teacher's lounge from the bottom.
Arriving there, she broke down on the ground, breathing heavily and staring into nothing, unable to think, unable to move any further.