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Solia had been told that this Training was hell. That she’d hate it. But Solia couldn’t hate things. Or people. Wait no. She did hate a few things but that was besides the point. Point was Solia doubted she would end up hating something like a training course. After all, what was the point in hating a thing designed to help you improve and get better? Not much good in that. Smiling to the techs that were running deathsweeper, she looked at what she’d be doing. It seemed easy but then… Death was never easy. Sent into the Golem she held her breath as she found herself in the room, tiles untouched. She just had to survive right? Prove that she could do this. She’d died once. Kinda. Sorta. Legally she was dead so did that even matter?

Hell if she knew. She was just going to take her first step towards death, towards perhaps becoming a better death. The step taken, and no reaction. And they say the first step is the hardest? Not really. It was just the first step. It was the second that was the worst. Why? The first step you could still turn back. By the second, you had already begun to move forward.

The next step she winced. No. ******** that noise. She was NOT doing this again. Avoiding the step she planned to take, she moved to a different tile. A safe tile. As she stepped on it, Solia breathed a sigh of pure relief. She was Alive. Still had like, other steps to take but she’s almost beaten the course. And it was her first try even! She was actually pretty good at this maybe. Maybe. Okay probably not cuz really she was just actually really lucky and Israfel was pointing out how it wasn’t the most skill demanding course. It was timing and luck. So thus, Solia would just need a bit of both to Pass. And once she did? She’d be golden. Reward herself with a nice treat maybe? Yeah. That wounded like a plan.

So it was that upon her next step, Solia came to find that no, she was not so lucky, that the board was not so merciful. She was not so perfect. Flames consumed her golem and the traine woke form the pod, clearly startled by the rush of pain and the sudden lack of. THAT was training? THE HELL. It was ******** messed up is what it was. Brown eyes looked at the hunters on duty who snorted, telling her it was normal. She’d get used to it. Somehow, Solia really, really doubted she would get used to the sensation of dying. She shook her head. Besides if a person got used to it… wasn’t that a bad sign? That they were a bad hunter? She shuddered at the thought. She didn’t want to be that girl. No, she was so not going to be a s**t hunter. She was going to be a Good one.

She didn’t want to get used to death but ironically she wanted to be a good death. Maybe that was why she died on the next tile, screaming in pain and blades came up and ripped her golem to shreds. Why did they have to feel pain again?

Then?

Then you know what happened?