Introduction (kind of)

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The last thing she remembered was Captain Chromium holding her back from jumping in the fire after her dad. Tears streaming down her face as she screamed in horror.

She was still trying to put the whole story together. It drove her mad, in this cell, not knowing what her fathers followers were doing. Not knowing what her friends were doing. Not knowing what Nova was doing.

She had been in this cell for around ten years. Ever since she was captured by the Renegades in the Battle for Gatlon.

She had frequent visits from the Council. For information or just to check up. It was infuriating.

Every year, on the day of triumph, She was paraded around on a float, with cuffs on her wrists and ankles to keep her from using her abilities. She was treated like a prize of war. She hated it.

She was a sixteen year old girl who, every year, has to watch a bunch of people celebrate the death of her father, and the downfall of their dream.

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