Who was Jennifer Torres? You have seen her painting hanging in the wall in the Great Hall of the Council of Elders. Each has seen the blond blue eyed teenager, of Latino background, sitting calming dressed in a black shirt and the faded black jeans. The clean white sling wrapped over her left shoulder, covering an almost useless arm. The lightly tanned face wearing a half smile, that was her trademark. Yet, the painter caught the wild gleam in her deep blue eyes, tainted with a constant touch of sorrow. The endless pain that was her life. We were all so selfish. We didn’t care about anything except ourselves. We didn’t care that Jennifer was only 16 then, only to die a senseless death at the age of 20. We were all so young then. I myself, was also 16, but I won’t go there just yet. Let me start at the beginning. Now when the war started, or the germ warfare that followed. But at our true beginning, when Saint Athena started to change. When we started to take our first steps towards our future, towards this moment.