Prologue
A woman was screaming from a couch. A man sat next to her and held her hand, "You're doing great Addi." An older woman looked on at the scene and smiled at the young couple.
"Get ready to deliver this baby, Grace, I won't make it to the hospital," the woman gasped. The older woman, moved over and sighed.
"Push," she urged. This process continued until at last a little cry came from the quaint house. "It's a girl!" Grace shouted excitedly. She handed the little bundle to the new parents and couldn't help but giggle with happiness.
"George, look at our baby girl," Addi sighed in content. George smiled at his glowing wife and kissed his daughter's head.
"Our little Azalea."
The bliss did not last for the family. It never seemed to. And little Azalea was not spared from any of the misery. From a young age her parents knew she was special. Not the special that every parent claims that their child was. They knew that she was indeed magical.
With her blue eyes twinkling with mischief and adventure, Azalea was always quite special. But that didn't stop tragedy from striking the poor girl. She lost her mother at age three. Didn't even get to say goodbye. One morning she called for mommy and mommy just wasn't there.
But she still had her father and grandmother, right? Wrong. Her father, a man who used to be so great, was sent to prison. He tried to hack into a network owned by a tracking service to find his wife. His daughter's mother. And so little five-year-old Azalea Marie June was left with her grandmother, her last anchor to this world.
Azalea, also known as Lea by her loving grandmother, grew up to be a child of trouble. With constant complaints for teachers about her daydreaming or starting fights, Azalea was far from perfect. She was called a freak, a loser, a disgrace to mankind.
Azalea tried to act as if those words didn't affect her; they were just words, right? They weren't just words to Azalea. The nicknames convict and orphan hurt the most. But Azalea always just masked the pain, she didn't even let her grandmother see her cry.
She wasn't what you would call common either. She somehow was a master at engineering and history. If someone told her to build a rocket to the moon, she'd be done with it in a few minutes. She was that good.
Besides these points she also always held onto this one necklace. It had a blue stone at the center of the amulet on it and sometimes, Azalea swore she saw it glow. Apparently, it was her mother's before she, well, left Azalea.
So as you can see Azalea has had quite the life so far, but this is just the beginning. When she signed up for the DHI program, she doubted she would get chosen. But, she did. After that her life just kept getting weirder and weirder. This is the story of the messed up life of Azalea Marie June, I hope you're ready for it.