Not infrequently someone of them would unearth a relic. For a time, these would generate an interest in a dimly remembered past, but few showed any la...ting awareness of what had passed before them. Life in the Deepwood was too full of the struggle to survive. There was little time for remembering.As a hunter, Seth had found several of these relics. Most of them were metal, such as the iron axe head he had discovered in a dry cave, hidden deep in the dark hills to the north. The haft had been. I ignored the ones they tried to force me to take. I was required to learn to use a rifle and pistol. They seemed almost simple but I enjoyed firing them on the range.A month and the instructors ignored me in the mornings unless one wished to spar. I used a neural net and a sim to help me learn and did my evening exercises alone. It was a year before my life changed. I had stayed at the school over the break and continued to take classes. The empire was in a major dispute with a rogue republic. The choir had been working on some tough music and Connie had suggested thattheir section meet at her house for extra practice. Jim had overheard thisand he made a decision to show up at their house unannounced. Connie's housewas the result of a hefty divorce settlement. It was remote and set well backfrom the street. The next nearest house was at least a mile away. Her estatewas fenced off and admissible only after a visitor had announced himself. Jim drove up to the wrought iron gate, pushed. Lyla is almost seventeen and we know that Kelly and Rachel are good kids. Lyla had been working her butt off all year to get good grades because we asked her to and kept pushing her to do better," my mom tried persuading dad. Dad grumbled a yes and I jumped out of my seat and squealed with joy. "I gotta go pack!" I shouted and ran upstairs. "When are you leaving?" my dad shouted from the dining room."Tomorrow at 6 in the morning!" I shouted from the banister."That's soo early! Who's picking you.