Arden turned to him, her eyes like an open door to her broken spirit. She wondered what they had done to him. And they were about to do to them. She wondered why she was put on this path. Why she was turned into destruction. She felt as though she was take to all these wonderful places, made to feel safe and free only to be stripped of all hope and happiness. She realized that this was this reason that as you grew up you stop searching for monsters under your bed because you realize they are inside of you. She tried to smile, it was hard her veins felt so crisp. Arden's  senses were now so strong that she could hear all the conversations around her, the lights were so bright<br/>She could their heartbeats. Smell the blood coursing through their veins.<br/><br/>She choked out a reply " They are why hurricanes are names after people." She sighed. "I'm Arden." She didn't even believe herself. She didn't feel like Arden. She didn't feel like the plucky young girl that manipulated fire and feathers to dance around her head. She felt like a savage. She felt like an outcast.<br/><br/>All of the rage piling upon her made her to break free more and more. She hoped other recruited would want to revolt as well but feared that they would to afraid to rise up and would rather conforms then face the consequences.<br/><br/>She turned her focus back to the man, "what 'gift' did they bestow upon you?" She asked sarcastically.