A Warrior Made
She was kidnapped from her family, raised to be something she's long since grown to despise. Her life has never been conventional or even enjoyable, and this is what has been made.
She doesn't remember much about that night. It's not as if there was a huge commotion or anything, and she was so young and so tired. She's asked before, more than once. But Paige never tells her anything, just give her that look, the one saying it makes no different. The last time she asked, she regretted it. She hasn't brought the word family up since.
So she goes about her life one day at a time, watching, learning, training to be something she has very little knowledge of. But she knows she must work hard, to please Paige and the man named Wylie who comes to check up on her every so often.
As she gets older, she begins to understand more things: that she's different, could even be considered special; that her life isn't conventional, isn't enjoyable, and she's not who she wants to be, who she should want to be; that she has no choice in what she becomes. Her life, and even she herself, are being molded into something she's growing to despise. She is a warrior, a being born only for the purpose of fighting and killing. She is a murder machine. And that's all she can ever be.
She is not Ellen Stephenson, transfer student at an insert-name-here school. She is simply Ellen, the last known Weirlind.
That's the only thing she is. A warrior has been made.