Sophia, entered her room and closed the door behind her with a quiet click. She moved slowly towards the small mirror on the wall, each step feeling like a weight pressing down on her. The day's training had left her exhausted and bruised, both physically and emotionally.
Her reflection showed a girl who no longer looked like the person she remembered. Her hair was now white, a stark contrast to her old look.
She pulled up her shirt and studied the bruises that covered her stomach and arms. They were vivid and angry, a patchwork of purples and blues. The sight made her wince, and she gingerly touched a particularly large bruise just below her ribs.
The pain was not just from the physical blows she'd received; it was the emotional toll that was hardest to bear.
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