War. Screams. Death. Loved ones torn apart. It haunts my dreams...my thoughts...my life.... I would never win, only be forced into hiding, forced to hide away until dusk.

And here's how it all began....

"Take her Kena." My dad whispered, me safely tucked away in his arms sleeping soundly.

"What? Collin what are you talking about?" My mother asked slightly afraid, bending down to him in the soft smooth sand.

"Take her." My dad replied quickly without answering her question. There was nothing more my dad hated than seeing my mom upset. My mom took me slowly without further question, tearing up. A few tears of hers landed on my cheek and my father quickly disappeared. My mom knew if I had stayed there would be a much worse future for me than just war. After that my memories are vague and unclear. Faded and shut down. I live in a world of bleak missory with no recollection of anything that's happening.

I feel as though I don't belong, and I don't. I've been told since I was young I was special and had great potential, but the entire world seemed grey and of nothingness...until it all changed. Until I met them.