The child the Matron Midwife took was soon enrolled in the girl's section of the Young Army. Because the Supreme Custodian knew what skills the young girl would possess, he immediately upgraded her status from Expendable to Fighter, and named her so (Fighter 007.) Because she was going to have different skills than other girls, she was included in all of the boy's activities, including Do-or-Die tests to assess her skill. She would go to the girl's dorms at night only because it was a matter of tradition. Her best weapon was a sword, which she chose as often as she could.

Fighter 007 was about 10 years old and didn't know much about how she came to the Young Army, but she figured her parents were either dead, or were too poor to take care of her. She didn't really blame them, since they probably didn't know what an awful place the Young Army was. The adults were strict and cold, and weren't light on punishment. She wasn't as scared as some of the other children, because the Supreme Custodian never really punished her. He didn't tolerate stupidity or mistakes, of course, but he was most definitely more harsh to others. She didn't spend much time with other people and she rarely said anything, preferring to look at her surroundings and pay attention to detail; because of this, she was good at seeing the slightest change in someone's demeanor, especially if they were trying to surprise attack her.

Several times she had been 1 second late in getting out of bed, and icey cold water was splashed on her as punishment (everyone was expected out of bed in 30 seconds flat.) This happened today, as she had been deep in dream and not heard the wake-up alarm. Gasping in shock from the ice water, she sprang out of bed. The female Cadet in charge glowered at her. "It's about time, girl. The Supreme Custodian would like to see you."

Wondering what was happening, Fighter 007 walked to the Throne Room where the Custodian spent his days. Her drab grey dress that was the standard uniform for girls was dripping with water and she was leaving a trail of puddles, which she knew she'd be yelled at for.

When she knocked on the door to the room, it was responded with "come in."

She opened the door and slipped inside. Unaware of the two ghosts in the room that chose not to Appear to her, she made her way in front of the throne. The Supreme Custodian was an awkwardly built man who was large on top and smaller on the bottom. He had broad shoulders made broader by the expensive cloak he wore. His dark facial hair and eyes made up for the awkwardness by giving him an air of menace that he used to great effect.

"Good you're here," he said, "I need you to guard the Wizarding Tower today. There are important events going on later today, and I need the tower well looked after. You will be paired with another member of the Young Army. If you guard the Tower appropriately, then you will be rewarded. If not, you should know well enough by now what happens."

She nodded, "I understand, sir. Two questions: what sort of weapon should I use, and would I be able to wear a coat?"

"You may chose your weapon, but you may not have a coat. You should have known better than to stay in bed too long. Besides, you are a Warrior of today and Pride of tomorrow- you are born to not feel the cold. You may leave," he finished his speech with a dismissive wave of his hand, and Fighter 007 knew that she'd lost this battle.

She did a sharp about-turn, and marched stiffly towards the door in army style.

As it turned out, her partner was a boy that appeared to be her age. She didn't have much experience with boys except when she participated in their exercises, so she didn't recognize him. The boy looked like all the others, with a pale, scared expression. He had straw-colored hair and grey eyes, and he was wearing the boy's stupid formal uniform.

She joined him at the entrance to the Tower, trying not to look too impressed with the height of it or how it looked (as she'd never seen anything like it up close.) Instead, she looked around the courtyard, which was already blanketed thickly with white snow that was still falling from the sky (and soaking through her leather shoes.) The two Young Army members stood in silence, as they would most likely get punished for being 'distracted' if anyone saw them.

After standing there for an hour, however, the girl decided to break the silence. "So, what's you rank?" she asked

The boy jumped, startled. "Uh- Boy 412," he said.

"Fighter 007," she replied, introducing herself. He didn't seem to want to talk, so they stood in silence again.

After a little while, she suspected Boy 412 got bored, because he bent down and made a snowball, which he hurled at a cat. Unbeknownst to them since they weren't paying attention, the Wizarding Tower doors had been flung open to reveal a tall lady dressed in purple. It was only when Boy 412's second snowball landed on the lady's coat did they notice her, and she them.

Turning around, she said "don't do that!"

Both sentries felt embarrassed, since no one like the lady in purple had ever spoken to them, and because Boy 412 had hit someone who was obviously important. The lady took a closer look at the two guards. She knew they were there to spy on the Wizards, as she'd told the Supreme Custodian that Wizards could look after themselves, thank you very much, but he'd simple smiled slyly and said it was for their own good. Looking at the two children now, who were both rather pale with cold and their hands had a bluish tinge to them, she asked, "how old are you?"

"T-ten, Madam," the boy said.

"Aren't you cold?"

"No ma'am. We are trained not to feel the cold," the girl replied, both of them shivering slightly.

"Humph," the lady said before stalking off to some unknown destination.

When Fighter 007 woke up awhile later, she had no recollection of falling asleep. Apparently she had, because now she was in a well-furnished room, on the softest thing she'd ever laid on (which, upon further inspection, was a couch.) She didn't know what made her wake up, but what she did know was that she no longer felt horribly cold. When she glanced down at her clothes, she saw that she was no longer wearing her drab gray dress, and instead wearing what appeared to be a soft white dress of some sort.

It was a few minutes before she came to complete realization of her surroundings, but she heard a lady's sharp voice, a deeper, more gravelly one of a man, a higher-pitched ones of two children, who sounded like a boy and a girl. It seemed to be the girl's birthday and she was getting a present. Not really understanding the hype, since Fighter 007 had never received a present or celebrated a birthday, she turned around and came face-to-face with her sentry partner. Letting out a yelp of surprise, which consequently woke him up and diverted the attention from the birthday girl as Fighter 007 tumbled off the couch in her surprise, landing with a thump.

"Hey, you're awake," the curly-haired boy she'd heard earlier said.

The dark-haired girl came over and said, "what's your name?"

"Boy 412," he said, before rolling over to go back to sleep, since the position he was in didn't seem good- his uniform had been stolen, he'd probably been kidnapped, and he was in the company of two Wizards, a Wizard boy, and a girl who had a circlet on her head like a crown; the only good things were that he wasn't dead (yet), and his sentry partner was with him.

"Fighter 007," said the other sentry, before curling up on the floor and following Boy 412's example, going through a similar thought process.

She didn't hear the dark-haired girl say, "but those aren't names, those are numbers!," or the Wizard boy's reply, since she was too busy trying to think about the situation. If the two Young Army members were found, they'd probably be killed- actually, scratch that, they'd definitely be killed, and Fighter 007's rank wouldn't be able to help her.