Sounds of swords clashing resonated through the still morning air, the fog thick and heavy that morning, like it always was in the mountains of the North Range. That's where Constance and Blaine were. Hundreds of miles north of the place the little four-year-old had used to live.

But that was what she called home now.

After all, there was nothing left of the city she'd once lived in. It was just rubble. Rubble and ruins.

"Come on, Connie." Blaine called cheerily for what must've been the thousandth time that morning as the pair of them held small swords.

They were small enough that they could've been classed as letter openers, but that didn't make them any less dangerous.

That was proven by the small scratches lining each of the children's arms, yet there were significantly more on the girl's.

It was only to be expected, though.

She was, after all, blindfolded.

"Enough you two." A familiar voice called, purple eyes met Blaine's matching ones.

"Lord Justin." Blaine bowed.

"Papa." Small arms closed around the man's knees, a wide smile on Constance's face as she felt herself lifted up onto his shoulders.

"How are you, Constance?" He strode back towards the large house that he and the other nineteen children called home. "Are the eyes I gave you feeling any better yet?" He asked, listening to her quiet responses as they wandered into the house.

It was gigantic, built on the side of a mountain, and yet it blended in perfectly with its surroundings. It was no wonder no one had found them yet.

It wasn't like anyone was expecting to find a bunch of kids and one adult living up in one of the coldest regions in the entire world.

The North Region was one of the coldest places, and as such, it was a rather bleak place to live. Not only were there the freezing winters to contend with, there were other predators living there too. Ones which could eat careless werewolves for breakfast. If that wasn't enough of a reason not to live there, then there was also the Wall.

The Great North Wall.

The one that signalled the divide between official Rogue Territory and Pack Land.

And the only Rogues that ventured into Pack Territory were the ones with very bad plans in mind. Plans that usually ended with them being sent to Blagmoor Tower... Well, only if they managed to get caught...

But that usually only happened once mischief began in the North Region.

Of course, if you were planning on becoming a Rogue, then north was the place to go.

There were laws in place.

Once you passed over, around or through the wall, then the Pack Law no longer applied. Rogues were free up north. Free to do what they liked.

Some crossed over for freedom, or simply to find themselves.

The Alphas let those ones through the North Wall Gate without fuss.

They were nice like that.

If they'd committed a crime, or were underage, though, then that was a different story all together. Those were the Rogues the Alphas hunted, and, as such, they had to get creative if they wanted to pass into Rogue Territory.

There were also Rogues that stayed in Pack Territory too.

Everyone, including Constance, had heard whispers of some of the most prominent Rogue groups of the century.

Extalia was a common one mentioned, but the one everyone feared was the group known as Libertium.

The group headed up by the rumoured Queen of the North.

The Rogue Queen.

The infamous Rogue of the century. The one the Alphas had spent the majority of their reign hunting. The one who was part of the reason that Rogues had to either go north, or go home.

Constance had gone north, far north of the city she'd once lived in, and despite Blaine's assurances they weren't Rogues, she wasn't so sure.

They did, after all, call themselves the Knights of the Apocalypse.

***

"Oy!" A hand patted a seven-year-old Constance on the face, stirring her from the dream. "Constance! Wake up!"

"Whatdayawant?!"

"We've been discovered." The boy said, his expression grim. "So, unless we want those Alphas to capture another one of us, then we need to go!"

"Come on, Connie!" Another boy yelled. "We need our Commander."

"You're the one who chose our last location to move to, and now that Lord Justin isn't here, we need you to lead us instead."

"I'm coming." She sighed, throwing on her overcoat. "Start moving everyone down the Back Pass. They shouldn't have found that one just yet."

"You heard our Commander!" One of them yelled. "Let's move. Gather everything you need, and get out of here."

Constance was outside the house before she knew it, herding everyone towards the small pathway that led down the mountain.

Just in time too, seeing as how six horribly familiar figures strode into view, their eyes locking on her in an instant.

"The brats are getting away again..." The purple-coated man sighed, his dark blue eyes boring into Constance's purple ones.

"Well, I suppose we go after them, then." The green-eyed one said, running towards the small footpath the girl was fleeing down, skidding to a stop when he spotted the large chunk taken out of the pathway, the steep drop right next to it even more pronounced as stones skittered over it, falling into the misty depths of the valley below. And from the sounds of things, it was a long way down.

The purple coated man ran by, leaping over the gap like it was nothing. "Come on, Lucian!" He yelled. "I can't see that girl anymore, and that's not good news..."

"Can't see...?" Lucian whispered, his eyes wide as he stared at the chunk of the footpath missing. "Please don't tell me she fell..."

***

"She's coming around..."

"Thank the Goddess..." A feminine voice sounded, eyes peering down into the girl's purple ones as she lay in the back of a moving vehicle.

Blankets were wrapped around her, warm dry clothes underneath, keeping her nice and toasty, despite her oddly waterlogged hair. A bandage adorned her head, blood blotching through in some places as she sat up slowly, staring at the two people sat across from her, staring down at her in concern.

Her head tilted. "Papa?"

"We're definitely going to have to take her to the hospital..." The man mumbled, running a hand through his dark hair. "If she thinks-"

"Papa." She decided, her arms latching around the man in an instant.

"Awww..." The woman beside him crooned. "Isn't she sweet?"

"What's your name, kid?" He stared down at her levelly.

"Um..." The girl tilted her head, her mind blank.

An elbow nudged the man's ribs. "I don't think she remembers..."

"Papa knows, doesn't he?" She stared up at the man she was hugging, hope sparkling in her big purple eyes. "Papa gave me it."

The woman smiled slightly. "If she doesn't have a name, then we'll give her one." She muttered quietly, so that the little seven-year-old attached to the guy's hip didn't hear her. "Just go with it, Greg."

Greg smiled ever so slightly, meeting the intent purple gaze that stared up at him in adoration. "From this day on, we'll call you Genesis."

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