In small orphanage on some distant world, a young girl sat curled up in a corner of the play room, a small blanket draped over her. She was only four years old, and had no idea what was happening to her. All she could remember was some men in some suits coming in to talk to her, though she refused to both listen and answer, and now she was here, drained, tired, scared and terrorized to even fall asleep. She kept attempting to hide her Silver whisps of hair beneath the blanket, but it just seemed to keep falling, and she eventually gave up to burying her face into her knees.

"Hey, you're the new girl, aren't you?" a loud and rather obnoxious sounding voice asked above her, soon followed by a few footsteps as others gathered around her. She tightened up her curled position, remaining silent and still as she had been since she arrived.

"Well answer us!" Another voice demanded, and tiny hands pushed her over, causeing her to whimper as she fell to her side, her hands whipping out to catch her fall, but she kept her lime green eyes to the floor, refusing to look up to those around her.

"Hey, stop it!" a new voice cut in, one with a kinder tone then the ones she had just heard. This time, she glanced up, seeing a young boy about the same age as her standing in front of her with his arms spread out to protect her.

The boy who had pushed her laughed at the one who defended her, curling his fist threateningly and raising it to the air. "You want some luka?" the boy asked. Without warning, he suddenly stumbled forward with a cry of pain, a new boy with silvery blue hair that spiked around his same colored eyes.

"You want some to?" he retorted with sarcasm, relaxing his fist as the boy he hit crawled away crying.

Startled that they defended her, the girl slowly pushed herself back up into the sitting position she was in before, pulling the blanket closer to her as her whole body shook still. The first boy that defended her gave her a kind smile, having dark green eyes and a similar hair color to her own. If they didn't know any better, they could claim to have been lost siblings.

Now that the gang of bullies were scared off by the blue haired kids aggression, all three were left to each other in the corner, both boys glaring at the gang that had harassed her until they were sure they were going to be left alone. The boy with blue hair looked kindly at her, smiling and knealing down closer to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked her gently, his voice lighter now that he wasn't in fight mode.

"Scared…and tired…" was her reply, her voice quiet and raspy as all three of them sit in a small circle.

"Why are you so scared?" he asks, "Those guys are just jerks…"

"Emin!" one of the caretakers yelled, catching his attention and making the girl jump, the woman walking over to their circle. "Did you punch Eric?" she asked angrily, the child that had pushed the girl over crying at her side.

The boy named Emin rolled his eyes with a sigh. "yes mam…" he admitted reluctantly, knowing he was in for another punishment.

"Don't punish him..Please.." the young girl said quietly, feeling the caretakers anger was unjust.

"Eric was picking on her!" Luka added to Emin's defense, pointing at the girl. "He was protecting her!"

The caretaker sighed, glaring down at the crying little Eric who looked mortified. "How many times have I told you about lying Eric?" she asked harshly, grabbing the little boy by the wrist and dragging him over to the time out area.

"Thanks," Emin tells her, sighing with relief.

The girl blushed and curled up again, nodding slightly as she pulled the blanket about her again.

"They had no reason to pick a fight with her," Luka growled.

"There dummies anyway…" Emin replied, shaking his head slightly before looking to the girl again and nudging her gently to try and get her to open up a little. She shuddered to his touch, her skin feeling a little warmer then normal, but she answered him anyway.

"Siera…"

"Why are you scared?" Emin asks again, knowing she didn't have the chance to answer before.

"Because I'm alone…" she answered, again with a quiet and timid voice.

"Why?" Emin asked curiously, scooting closer to her as his interest in the girl grew the more he talked with her. "We'll be your friends, we'll keep you company, and protect you from those jerks."

"My parents were killed," she answered, her voice cracking as she said the words. Luka scooted closer as well, seeing her shake under the quilt.

"Are you alright?" he asked her, wondering if she was sick.

Siera nodded, trying to hide the extreme fatigue she felt throughout her body.

"Mine and Luka's were too," Emin tells her, feeling a connection with her already. "And you don't need to lie to us," he adds, seeing right through her ruse. "Your absolutely drained."

Siera blushed to hear the truth, and looked down in shame that she had been found out. "I have been ever since I was brought here…"

"You've been exhausted for two days?" Luka asks in surprise, feeling sad for the girl.

Emin sighed and stood up, "come on," he said, holding his hand out to her. "You needa go sleep."

Siera shook her head, refusing his help, but after a few minutes of coaxing from both boys, she finally let him help her to her feet, both supporting her as she swayed slightly from how weak she was, and they walked her to the girls dormitory.

From that day on, all three were tight friends, getting into trouble at the orphanage and being dubbed the trouble makers gave them no chance at all of being adopted. One day, all three decided to run away together, casting themselves into the unforgiving universe that is torn by war.