Everyone thought that I was naive, that I was innocent. Well I am, about certain things. I am innocent about Earth, dating, and things my friends say. But I'm not naive about pain, loss, and war. For on my planet, fighting was all around we weren't always at war, we were always training and getting ready for any attack that may be directed at us. But I pretended to be naive about everything. So that my friends will not see the hardships that I had faced.
Having a sister like Blackfire had never made my life simple. Even when she is in the Galactic Prison, locked away for life, I know she will still find a way to hurt me, to remind me of the pain. Galfore had seen to it to add extra guards and security to keep her away, but she can still escape, I know she can.
The fear and sorrow that had been forced down through years of pretending to be naive, finally burst inside me. I couldn't hold me tears any longer. I left the tower so that no one would hear me cry. I had to be the naive alien princess, not a sorrow filled orphan who knew more about loss than they thought.