Ever since her father had been attacked and murdered by that damn lizard with wings, Alyeana vowed to do two things. First, she vowed to never let anyone close enough to her heart to where loosing them would be like loosing a part of her soul. The second thing she promised herself was to never again let any dragon or beast of any kind-be it human or animal-tarnish the place that she called home. She would fight for her country, but more importantly, she would fight for herself. For if she was going to thrive in this world, if she was going to right her fathers death, the only choice would be to serve those who on one hand paid the highest price; and on the other, they agreed with her. The dragons were going to die soon.<br/><br/>With a rebellion forming in the city, Alyeana knew the side she would choose. So she found the highest bidder. He just so happened to be the Over Lord, but she didn't care who he was or wasn't. All she had to do was protect him from any attackers and keep his men in line. That was the fun part. Being the only female in her division made the mens' hearts and instincts go wild-sometimes-whereas other times, it was the cause of frustration. The naysayers and doubtfuls were put in their places while the flirtatious grins and touches were engaged then quickly extinguished.<br/>Most days were simple and her tasks consisted of standing just outside the door where the Over Lord argued with his men. Normally, nothing happened. The people in the rebellion hadn't made any moves just yet, except when they did today.<br/>As she stood on her post, Alyeana noticed a shadow darting quickly around the alleyways, and the shadow held something long. Her eyes immediately recognized it as a gun. She squinted her green eyes and became a shadow herself, following the gunman to a bar. He loaded his gun and aimed it at someone sitting at a table with an open computer before him. The man at the computer said something snarky. Alyeana smirked then inched closer to the doorway so as to hear what they said.