Frederika Erneston was special. Everyone called her Freddie, and her Dad was a big power in the Blue Sun. At the start of this story, Freddie is four years old...

Her blonde hair and blue eyes gave her this indefinable quality that her Dad had exploited since her birth. But, at the tender age of four, she had already exceeded expectations for her Dad. So, when she asked for the unthinkable, he didn’t know what to say.

‘Daddy, I want to go outside.’

He looked down at her, his heart breaking, but at the same time, this proved one of his firm beliefs. What he was doing was wrong. ‘Sorry sweetheart, you need to stay in here, there is too much fighting outside.’ He lied.

‘But Daddy, I don’t want to stay hidden. Why do I have to hide?’

‘I’m so sorry sweetheart, but you have to trust me, you are safer here.’ He bent over, and kissed her forehead gently, before turning and leaving the room, and locking the door behind him.

Freddie looked around the room again, it was filled with all the toys she could ever ask for, but none of the luxuries she wanted. She had been locked in this dungeon for months, and she was beginning to think she would never leave.

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Every time Andrew Erneston locked his daughter away, he felt as though he had died that little bit more. He knew what he was doing, he knew what he had to do. He didn’t have a choice.

His team was responsible for finding these children, and Freddie was no different. But, to bury your own daughter, so soon after finding out how special she was, killed him. She had been trained to fight, trained to think, and all in the name of the all mighty Alliance. All the while, he was beginning to doubt all of his faith, his methods.

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The team had more success, the news of a gifted young girl, who could dance as gracefully as the ballet dancers of Earth-That-Was, solve equations more advanced than her years in seconds, and