For most of my life, I have fought my battles alone. From my childhood, through my teenage years, to my adult life. Come to think of it, there was only one time I fought with companions I trusted.
It was when I fought with the Sirens.
Normally, I had very little trust in other people. One general rule I had already accepted was that everyone had a price. People will look out for themselves, even if it meant screwing you over.
It didn't mean they were bad people, it just meant that whatever you had to offer was worth less. So it was a question of how much you were worth. Those who were of little value would rarely find people of integrity and impeccable worth.
That was what I used to believe.
But the women before me were different.
Each from a different continent. Each carried scars that twisted them. But they all had a fire burning inside of them, and their pasts didn't make beautiful roses.
