Hello and welcome to my first ever Mass Effect fanfiction! I'm really excited and scared at the same time. I hope everything goes well since I've had a rough time getting back to writing. I've been in this massive funk and I hope something like this helps.

This story is going to take place a few weeks before Mass Effect 1 even starts. Then after that it will follow all the games. There will be some skips in the middle but I hope I keep things moving smoothly.

I do not own anything except my OC's. Everything else belongs to Bioware.

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"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." ― J.K. Rowling

"You have to let go. Everything mom has told you to do, you have to ignore. Let go."

I remember little of that night; when everything turned quiet for just a second, when you could hear everything and yet nothing. They came light thunder; their roaring ships flew overhead of the colony. I was only young, maybe ten or eleven years old, my brother sixteen years old. I was so scared. I was looking out the window, just wanting to see what was out there but my brother pulled me away, telling me to go into my room and grab a bag. They kept talking about how we only have minutes before they came.

Batarians.

We never thought they would but they did, the slavers. I watched my mom hand my brother my dad's pistol and I knew it was bad. Dad was in the military and he received a purple heart before he died. He left that to my brother, so that if anything happened to him, he could protect us.

"Hide. You have to hide. Never let them know what you can do."

I remember crying, saying to my mom how I didn't want to go without her. She was crying to as my brother put me on his back and we took off running to our special place. A place we found when we were little. I found my necklace part too at our special place and it's always given me luck.

As we ran we could hear the screams of our friends and family who lived closer to the main area of the colony. Red colors, that of both flame and blood-colored the sky as we drew closer and closer to our hiding place. When we reached it, my brother pulled the trap door covered in dirt and moss, myself going in first followed by him. This place looks so ancient and old as we walked down a hallway covered in strange designs. Earlier we moved some blankets, pillows, and other things down here. Every time I do I feel so comfortable here. I can use what I have without worrying about hurting people.

If only my brother could be as comfortable as I was.

"They're up there, fighting for us, this weak colony and I can't do anything to help!"

It was his decision. I knew how much he wanted to be like dad but he forgot what who I was. I wasn't a tool when he told me that it was all up to me but he said he needed my gift to help fight. That's when he meant I was a tool. I hated what I had, it made me different and dangerous. I knew nothing of how to control it and it scares me. When dad was alive he always knew how to keep me calm, how to make sure I stayed in control but he's gone. And all I have left of him are pictures and his medal.

"Please Soph, this is the only way to turn the tides."

"But mama said I should never use it. I can't control it."

"Please, this is the only way. All you have to do is let it go."

I was young, too young to understand what he really wanted from me. Years later I would know but I will still feel no remorse of what I had done. Even if we were one of the only ones to remember. At first, I was scared. I thought I wouldn't be able to do it but I did. I remember going to where the monsters had taken everyone, their screams and sounds of torture grew louder and louder. My brother killed three, when they noticed us coming forward. He stopped a little ways away from where most of them were and told me that he would watch my back but had no worry that I'd be harmed.

"Looks like we missed one"

"Aw, how cute. Wonder what she'll look like with a collar on her?"

"Maybe teach her a new tricks."

Deep inside I was afraid. Their looks, smiles with sharp teeth, and their nasty smell made me want to cry and run. But there was something else inside. Something that was burning to get out, to explode with energy. I've held it in, not showing it like my mama said but now that I look upon them I can only feel anger. My eyes wander and I notice cages. Some have people, moving and not, children and adults and the anger outweighs the fear. My fists clench as their laughter carries along with their taunts.

"Let go...let go..."

The ground shook and all of them began to panic. I could feel everything now, all the energy in the air, in their living bodies. The air began to get thick, people screamed and the monsters tried to reach me but something seemed to be holding them back. I closed my eyes like I've done before and there was this warmth coming from my chest, spreading all over my body. I've felt this before, this warmth and I slowly opened my eyes, daring to look at the monsters. A light was coming from somewhere, the ground continuing to shake as the monsters tried to regain their advantage.

"You are special Sophia. Never forget that you're meant to do great things. Never let your gift stop you."

I never felt more alive, more scared than I did when all I heard were screams. All I could feel was this tingling feeling in my body and I tried to rein the energy in but it was too much, too powerful. I can't control it, I never could with this power. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, falling to my knees, trying to calm myself but I just couldn't. My head felt light and everything spun.

"No...noo...nooo!"

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"NO!" I sat up straight, screaming, my whole body shaking. Another dream, another memory that continues to replay over and over again. Between that and the other dream, I really shouldn't. I hate when I dream. It does nothing but remind me of things I've lost, what I don't understand, and things I have no answers to. Everything is one big questions.

"Sophia?" Lila, my roommate, called from the other side of my bedroom door. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a dream." I said, getting out of bed to head to the bathroom.

"Alright then. I'm going to head to the shop then and get started. That okay?" She asked and I splashed water on my face.

"Yeah, that's alright. I'll get dressed and be done in a few. If Amy comes in can you tell her to get started on the muffins for breakfast?" I asked her, not bothering to look at myself in the mirror just yet.

"I will. I'll see you soon." Then she left and the apartment turned into silence. I sighed, picking my head up to meet with a woman who looked like my but wasn't me. Golden veins etched into her skin, her purple eyes a light lilac color but in truth, they're a dark purple. An energy seemed to just seep from her as I continued to look.

She wasn't me and yet she was.

It's been so long and yet I've managed to hide very well. Well, almost. A few people know of my gift and it gets harder and harder whenever I feel like my whole body will explode. I need to see them, ask them for it and get rid of the urge.

"Get a hold of yourself Sophia Shepard. Hide it, control it, know how to use it." I repeated to myself until I could feel myself calm down.

This is my life. A life of hiding and just trying to get by everyday without destroying anything.

My name is Sophia Shepard, little sister to Commander John Shepard. I'm a baker. And a weapon.

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And there you have it. The prologue done and over with! Please please please review and let me know what you think! Give me advice and other helpful things I can use for this. I would like some advice on this.