Born in a separate hospital and separated from my parents, may seem like hell. In the beginning it was. Alone in the cell with no one there besides daily lessons with Hey. Hey was my only friend and he wasn't even that. He taught me the most important things. And he told me that I was the best at what we do, because apparently I'm not the only one there.
When I first started learning how to crawl Hey set 4 weapons in front of me. He set down a sniper rifle, two handguns, and samurai sword and 4 daggers. I crawled towards the sword. He later told me that out of the over two-thousand kids they have trained only 9 other kids picked the sword.
Although not picking the sword himself Hey did his best to train me and eventually I beat him not only at sword fighting but also hand to hand combat. This came as a delight to me because this meant I was ready to leave my room/cell. At this point I turned 14. Seems pretty bad but it's very hard to take down a 30 something year old man.
I didn't actually leave my cell till I was able to drive at the ripe age of 15. Before I left the offical building I met some people and got some brand new clothes. And they gave me a name finally.
My name is Sya.
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Non-FictionTrained to be a living weapon, Sya steps into the world with a smile on her face only to be suprised by the events about to unfold.
