starwars_fanfic
The night everything changed, the moon hid behind the clouds as if it did not want to bear witness.
It was October 9, 2034. Nine o'clock at night.
In the house known as Glory Bell, twenty-three babies slept in their cribs when the wild demons came from the depths of the forest. There was no warning. No mercy. Only claws that split the wood, teeth that devoured tender flesh, and a silence that became eternal.
When it was over, twenty-two cribs were empty and stained red.
Only one girl survived.
She had platinum blonde hair, so light it seemed to glow in the darkness. One eye was green as tourmaline; the other, blue as sapphire. The demons passed by her crib without touching her, as if an invisible barrier protected her, as if fate itself had decided that she must live.
That same night, the girl was transferred to Grace Field House.
There, in the best orphanage in the world, they placed her in a crib next to three other babies. And as the caretakers tucked her in with clean blankets, a word traveled in whispers among those who knew the truth:
Premium.
Because not all children were the same. Some were born with superior value, with a quality that the demons craved above all else. Those children were not simple food. They were delicacies. They were first-class products, raised with care, protected like treasures.
The nameless girl who would soon be called Lillie was one of them.
And though she did not know it yet, her life in Grace Field would not be a normal childhood. It would be a waiting period. A countdown toward a destiny that no child should ever face.
But that is a story still waiting to be told.