Again and again, Sovana found herself standing at the edge of choice—between comfort and challenge, between safety and transformation. Training with the Amber Group wasn’t easy. Their methods were intense, their philosophy uncompromising. But Sovana had potential—raw, radiant, and stubbornly untamed.
Bunita saw it first. She was patient where others were forceful. She believed in growth through understanding, not pressure. Day after day, she tried to guide Sovana, not just into the group’s strict regimens, but toward something more profound—adoption into a life of purpose.
Sovana resisted. Not because she lacked the will, but because she feared losing herself in the process. Every training session with the Amber Group felt like chiseling away at who she was. Bunita, on the other hand, tried to show her it was more like sculpting who she could become.
Still, the push and pull were constant. Sovana would make progress, then vanish. Return, then rebel. The others began to lose faith. But not Bunita.
“She just needs time,” she’d say, watching Sovana spar, watching her hold back not out of laziness—but uncertainty. “She’s not resisting us. She’s protecting herself.”
It wasn’t a battle of obedience—it was a journey of belief. Bunita didn’t want to break Sovana. She wanted her to choose this path—to adopt it as her own.
And maybe, just maybe, Sovana was starting to see that.
