He flipped his hair while we talked."So Whats your name I asked?"Shane what about yours?" Damien, so what grade are you in?" 11th its not that fun tho...gh" No?" I laughed a little bit"I'm a senior but I'm 17 so you know how that it is" Well I like older, I'm 16 but I’ll be 17 in less than 2 weeks “Really I’ll be 18 in a month!”His mom looked at me and him and joined in a little bit on our conversation. She whispered something in his ear, smiled at me, and said" you two have fun, I'll be back". . But we’re getting there.”“And you didn’t blush, impressive.”“Thank you, Meritocrat.”“Training?”“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”“I see,” Taisha nodded, amusement clearly to be seen in her eyes. “Looks like our Allies are struggling in part.”“Only in part, plus the attacking fleet has yet to reach the battlestar grid.”“Yes, I rather doubt the Emirate are enjoying their part in it though,” Taisha noted.“They’ll probably try to spin it as us letting them down,” Tillan frowned. “Admiralius. . . what I need to know is . . . are you going to tell your father?" She searched my face with her warm green eyes while nervously biting into her plump bottom lip.I started to think about what she had just said. The part about holding the power in my hands. What could I do with such power? Hmm. Thanks to my subconscious, I didn't have to think about it for too long. You see, there's a memory of my gorgeous mom that's been etched into my brain for years now. This is what happened . . .One day,. "I think my mother has already told you something about the job, George. As you can see, I still can't do very much for myself, so I need people to help me and I can't afford to let considerations of modesty play a part, if you understand what I mean." Yes, I know what you mean. And your mother said you need help with the therapy on your legs." Yes! Would you mind pulling the covers back for me."He didn't think that he'd ever seen such scars on a person: her legs had been sliced from pelvis to.