Prologue
When they drafted my name for the Sector War, no one would put trust on my words when I say no fear crossed my mind.
If there is one product of fright I can be eternally grateful for, it is the self-alteration it has done to the softness left inside because here I am now – bolder, fiercer and numb. A chunk of hard ice is trapped in my chest – rigid and cold because of too much agony and grief. Sometimes, I wonder why am I still able to get through every test death has sent out; am I his favorite victim? I have done nothing yet to gain his favor.
From the very moment the choices confronted me, I am already nothing but a piece of flesh. Yet since I was born; death is leaning that grievous smile he wears to those time has run out right in front of my doorstep- my day was marked; my clock has been ticking.
Yes, I’m going to die. I will be dead. But not today.
NOT TODAY!
