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Authoresses Note:  How to describe this fic?  I have no idea.  Read and you'll understand why it's so hard.  It happens ten years after the Eve Wars, so there's a lot left to the imagination, but I tried to make things pretty clear.  But you have to pay complete and utter attention or you'll be lost.  Anyways, here's the prologue.
Written By Desert Bloom
Title:  Finding Somewhere
Part:  Prologue

Flashback:

 Well, here it was.  The day had finally come.  How old was he?  He wasn't sure.  His teacher, Dr. J, had noted something about the ignorance of eight year olds.  So he guessed he was eight, although he did not understand why he was ignorant.  How he could be ignorant and the best of the recruits, he wondered.
He respected and feared his teachers.  But sometimes they confused him. Give him pure, simple fact.  Like computer hacking.  There were no what-ifs in that, and that was why the boy was so good at it.  But when it came to something that required freethinking, he was lost.
 The boy eyed his fellow passengers with distaste.  The man next to him was sleeping.  And snoring.  Loudly.  Did he not know that somebody could get the jump on him that way?  He was lucky to have someone as adequate as the boy to watch his back.  He shook his head with confusion, turning back to the window.  Lush green scenery flashed before him.  Blue skies shined down on him.
 Yes, this day had finally come.  The chance to prove himself! Finally.  His first mission.  To go to the Alliance Headquarters.
Thwart the 'bad guys', or so his trainers termed it.  Get some data, as much as he could, get out, and report back in twenty-four hours.  He had so long hungered for this chance, for this chance to earn the respect of his superiors.
 The boy allowed himself a smile of excitement.  He never smiled like that.
 And the train roared on.

End Flashback

 The woman watched the man get into the car.  She watched silently as he shut it with a slam, her blue eyes studying a fleeting glimpse of his face.  Stern.  Unforgiving.  She shivered, and pulled her jacket tighter around her.  There was a last squeal of the tires, and then the flashy red car roared away.
 She should be happy.  The nightmare was over.  No more midnight screaming fits.  No more having to explain to her children why their father wasn't there for weeks at a time.  No more empty promises, no more fake kisses at dawn. She should be happy.  No more put-downs.  No more complaints.  No more thankless meals. No more drunken rages.  How had she even gotten involved with him, she wondered distantly.
Oh, yeah.  That assassin had left her for the umpteenth time, and she had needed someone to turn too.  At the time he had seemed perfect.
Handsome, charming, civil.  The perfect one.
 She turned back into the house, her hair swishing behind her, her feet somehow moving, although she wasn't quite sure how.  She passed first through the warm kitchen adrift with the smell of baking bread, then through the family room where the television blared, and finally into her bedroom.  She stopped in front of the mirror, studying the reflection.
 The woman that looked back at her was still young.  She had a lot of years in front of her.  But the woman felt that she had lived quite long enough, thank you very much.  Her childhood had been fleeting, her teenage years rough, her adulthood one endless nightmare.  Yes, it was hard to believe that the woman was only twenty-five.
 Flashing blue eyes stared back at her, accompanied by long golden locks that were set into a short bun.  Her mouth was pursed, her arms rigid at her sides.  But what probably upset her most was her figure.  Most of the time she had prided herself on how thin it was, how curvy and very near perfect.  Not today.  Her unborn babe was taking its toll.  She exhaled a jet of breath roughly, her knees falling to the floor.
For a moment she just sat like that, her mind dimly realizing her position.  She was a divorced mother, or was soon to be, with a two children and one on the way.  She shook her head.  She had never imagined herself this way!
 That moment was when Raine decided to appear at her side.  The bubbling child of five stared first at herself in the mirror, and then her mother's reflection.  Finally her green eyes roamed to her real mother, whom she studied furiously for a moment.
 "Mommy?"  Her mother turned to her slowly. "Why are you so sad?"  That did it.  The woman broke down, letting out a deranged sob.

Last Word:  Short, ne?  Confusing, I know.  Just read on, however, I
think part one makes things a little more clear.  Oh, and there will be
ten or so flashbacks, but they're all pretty well labeled.