Six Years Ago:
Lara knew what she wanted, and her father was going to give it to her.
She had graduated from the training academy with the best marks possible, she had shown an affinity for manna at a degree that had seldom been recorded in the known records, and she had the ability to employ that manner in a wide variety of offensive and defensive waves.
She could make a difference on the front lines, pushing back Null Space Invaders and the Human scourge alike and she knew it.
She also knew that the chances of her father allowing her to go and fight on the front lines of the ongoing wars were slim to none. He could never abide the thought of his darling little girl being hurt.
But nevertheless, she had to try.
