Lieutenant - Daughter of the Captain

Chapter 1.0 - Allies

The Phoenix was such a glorified concept at Hydra. She was a dream that walked through the halls. It was an honor to be assigned to her guard, and it was a privilege to be sacrificed to the cause of The Phoenix.

At least, that was how they convinced the troops to voluntarily be seriously injured or- in some cases -killed whilst The Phoenix was being trained.

The number of soldiers who were 'sacrificed' by the hands of the phoenix....

The incomplete thought was interrupted by the shadow that passed across the young girl's face.

It was daytime in the small grecian town, and a cafe owner was disposing of last night's trash in the alley when she came across the small girl.

She was sitting with a dirty blanket wrapped around her surprisingly athletic stature. Her blonde hair was unkempt and dirty, leaving the aggressively-cut ends to stick out at odd angles.

The cafe owner hesitated for a moment, before dropping her trash in the bin and approaching the girl.

When she put a gentle hand on the child's shoulder, it appeared that she hazily awakened from a deep sleep. However, unbeknownst to the woman, the child had been awake for hours awaiting her arrival.

"geia sou paidí, entáxei?" (Hello child, are you alright?) The woman spoke as soon as she was sure the girl was conscious.

The girl only muttered in response, worrying the woman further.

"boró na sou prosféro fagitó, katafýgio?" (Can I offer you food, shelter?) Something in the women's tone pleaded, unknowlingly begging the girl to accept help.

"Fagitó, fagitó..." (Food, food...) the girl mumbled, keeping a vague expression.

The woman sighed and reached for the girl, but abandoned the motion when she flinched away.

Instead she dissapeared into the building, leaving the girl to wait.

This was the last. The last kindness she would take advantage of. But it would also be the furthest she had to go. She had accepted help from strangers over the last few weeks that she hid in Athens, but now she needed to move. But, she couldn't leave the country with nothing but the clothes on her back. She needed help.

The woman then appeared through the door once more, carrying a large plate of various breakfast pastries and things alike. The young girl finally allowed her eyes open enough to get a closer look at her new caretaker.

She had bright green eyes that contrasted her dark red hair. She was tan, as were most locals, with worry lines a great deal larger than her smile lines.

Despite the experienced appearance of her skin, she didn't appear to have any other signs of age. This made her appear to be in her late twenties, possibly early thirties to the untrained eye.

But the girl knew better.

The girl knew who she was, what she had been through.

And she planned to take advantage of it.

She watched as the woman sat on her knees, setting the plate down in between the two of them.

"Troó." (Eat) the woman speaks, her expression guarded since she came back out of her business.

She's careful...she built walls....

Smart woman.

The girl glanced from the plate to the woman, before slowly grabbing the croissant she spotted. It was the lightest of the pastries, and the one with the lowest sugar content. After not eating for a few days, she was cautious not to upset her shrinking stomach.