My name is Jenny. I was a warrior once. Born to fight a war that had already claimed the lives of so many. A senseless war, in the end, but I was designed solely for the purpose of fighting.
I had no "childhood," I suppose, I have no family, but I do have a Dad. I have a Dad who is the greatest man alive. He left me once, and now I search for him. I search the stars for the man with no name, the man with two hearts ... the man who refused to love me, simply because he never could have lived with losing me again.
Oh, but I've seen him. He is always two steps ahead of me, too far to hear my call as he steps in his magic box and flies away. But he always looks back.
He is never alone. He thinks he is, but in his eyes, there is something – someone – who refuses to leave. Sometimes I like to think it's me, that somehow he knows I'm near, but it isn't. It never is. He thinks I'm gone; he let me leave a long time ago. There is someone, though. I don't know who, but they will never leave him.
One day, maybe I'll see him again. Maybe he'll see me, instead of right through me. Maybe one day we'll travel the stars together.
Until then, at least I know he's never alone.