Prologue
Hair white as fresh snow and eyes black as coal. Any child born with these traits are as good as dead the moment they arrive into this world, an order from a previous Commander, who feared the power these people possess; an unnaturally quick ability to heal within minutes of an injury and use this power to heal others as well.
Rakshia was the last of her kind, her mother had died in the process of birthing her, and her father had been able to hide her existence for six years, teaching her to fight, to hunt. But, one mistake had led him to reveal his child's existence, and he fell by the sword of a Trikru soldier, as he fought to protect his only child while telling her to run. She had done so, saving her own life, and had since been on the run, on her own for ten years.