17 Years ago...
Slailie stood staring out the window of her home. It was turning dusk but she didn't bother to turn the lights on.
Earlier that day she had received news that her parents had died in the war.
She continually tightened and released her fists at her side - her facial expressions changing with the motion, from remorse, to anger, to sorrow and frustration. If only she had gone with them - maybe she could've saved them! If only the stupid military had done more to save them! They should have! Why didn't they?! She started thumping her fists against her thighs thinking this over. Then she started pacing back and forth across the length of the window, thinking harder about it. Truly.. what was the point of doing what the government wanted when all they were was cannon fodder? They didn't really care about its citizens.. its soldiers....
It's first borns.
She stopped pacing at that thought. They didn't care about her. Did they? But they gave her a mentor. They were training her to be an elite, high tech soldier. It was a great honor for the government to pour so many resources into her. But why would they if the soldiers they sent out to fight were as good as nothing to them?
This was stupid. She should just call Auron and talk to him - or train. She should be training not crying like a baby.