We got news of the war regularly. Blake’s army was doing fine, but not good enough to end this. We had had no sign of Blake in the past couple weeks. I was getting worried, exspecally because I couldn’t talk to him through his mind.
My expression had hardened, rarely ever smiling. I wasn’t aloud out of the safehouse for fear of enemy attacks on me. So I learned to fight.

Every day, at exactly mid-day, Holear took me out back and taught me something. They figured if there was an attack on me, at least I’d have some protection. I was getting quite good with a sword. I knew I could never match Blake’s might, but I could hold my own.
After a year of my training, my babysitters as I called them, let me go out. I dressed like Luciea, my mother at the safehouse, and went to the market.

Luciea had been seclusive for years until now, so when people heard she had a daughter, it seemed natural I was 16. I was thinking of the story that had become my life when I bumped into someone. I looked up and gasped.