Kira

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"Do you understand what will happen once we land?" Madame Kovarian asks me. I nod solemnly. She'd been prepping me ever since I woke up for what was going to happen to me when we arrived on Xenon 7. "Yes. I'll be enlisted in the Young Army and continue my training there. You will use one of my avatars if the Doctor finds us," I answer mechanically. Despite the calm face I keep, I'm scared. Xenon 7 is known as the War Planet, and I don't want to fight a war. "Good girl," Madame Kovarian praises, and I can't help but appreciate it. She didn't praise me often, but when she did she thought I deserved it. 

"Now, however hard it may be, child, you will never be alone. It'll all be worth it in the end," she tells me, reaching down and brushing my hair out of my face. "Thank you, Madame," I say, giving her my best smile. "Madame Kovarian? It's time to go," a lab technician says. Suddenly I remember the box. "Wait! I left something in my room! I can't leave it!" I squeal. "Hurry and get it, darling," Madame Kovarian says. I think she lets me because this is the last time I'll see her like this. I race down the corridors and grab it. 

It's nothing fancy, just a small wooden box with a carving of a hummingbird on the top, but I couldn't leave it. I ran back to the departure room.. "Ready?" Madame Kovarian asks me. "Yes," I respond. "Very well. Off we go, then," she says. Before I have time to respond, we're beamed down.

For the next fourteen years, I train by the fiercest warriors imaginable, and some fiercer than that. I become the youngest recruit to gradate at age twenty. And yet only one person knew that I was just biding my time until a madman in a blue box would arrive.

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