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Summery: Ella is a simple high school girl, who just wants to help her uncle and fool around with her friend Art. But when a trip into the abandoned Tower at the edge of the city starts to show new details of her deceased parents' past, her life becomes anything but simple.
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PrologueThe ship was as large a one as the general could find. It was a Gordanian prison ship, the greatest in the fleet. It could have held entire populations within its cells. It should seem only fitting.
But it was not what she needed.
"Surely Mistress, you must have such to show your great power. You will need such authority to complete your mission."
Under most circumstances, she would have taken this ship without question. She absolutely loved great, lavish things. She was rarely seen without some mark of her position. It was unlike her to deny herself such a luxury.
But it was not what she needed, not this time.
"My authority will only hold me back from this particular mission. It's been my authority that has held me back from it for so long."
She turned to look at the general.
"You should know this."
"But you will need a cell…"
"The door would not hold. No. I must do this my way."
The general sighed. So she had wished it, so would it be.
"Very well. Perhaps you would rather take the trooper?"
She looked at the little two-man ship her servant was indicating.
It was just what she needed.
"Prefect."
The general watched her for a moment longer. He had to know.
"Milady?"
"Hmm?"
"What is it you plan for the girl, once you have her? Is she to share her mother's fate? Or…"
He trailed off. He could think of no "or".
A knowing smirk crept onto the face of his mistress.
"You'll see."
And with that, she entered the trooper.
The general, knowing better than to press the matter any further, stepped back and allowed her to launch.
He couldn't help but be concerned for his mistress as she made her course.
After all, if she was right, and the girl was truly on earth, then she would undoubtedly have been training hard for the past fifteen years.
"Booyah!"
And he was down.
"Oh come on Ella, that's cheating!"
"Not against the rules to win, King of the Dirt!"
Just then, the door opened.
"What on Earth are you two doing?"
The two teens jumped up quickly, not willing to continue their antics in the presence of the old lady.
There was silence for a moment.
The girl spoke up first.
"We were just practicing our sparing technique, Mrs. St John. Sorry if we bothered you."
"Neither one of you takes martial arts."
"Well, it's never too late to start, right Art?"
"Yeah, sure…"
The black eyes of the woman, Judith St John, looked back and forth between the two.
The girl, Ella Anderson, had long black hear and strange, bright green eyes. She was fairly tall for 16, but still shorter than her friend. She tended to dress practically, in jeans and tight T-shirts of various colors, and was almost always in some sort of trouble. But her charming tongue and sweet disposition got her out of most everything.
Standing next too Ella, rubbing the back of his neck and looking very embarrassed, was her best friend, Arthur St John. Art was just slightly taller than Ella, and had blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes. Oddly, he looked nothing like his grandmother, or any other member of his family, not that anyone cared about that. He was really no more than an awkward teenaged boy; but Ella caused enough trouble for the both of them.
Judith sighed. She should have just left it alone in the first place. But that was a lesson that she had yet to learn.
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Later,
AJ