“You mean…it happened to you?”
Anger rose within me. That anyone would touch my beautiful sister.
She looked away. Nervous and ashamed wasn’t something I associated with her. “The first wasn’t even by the enemy. That he dared to even think of me in that way was… ridiculous delusion. But he thought I thought the same way, though I hadn’t given him any indication, other than being pleasant to him, like I am with anyone I’m not fighting. We trained together, sparred together. One day he pinned me on the mat and instead of letting me up he—kissed me.” A look of disgust crossed her face. “I tried to struggle away but he was strong and had me in a good hold. He kept it up until I slammed my knee into his stomach and then basically showed him how I felt. But I felt weak, even though I couldn’t let on to him. I had to let anger carry me into fighting, beat him so he couldn’t touch me again… I was only fourteen. I was so shocked that I couldn’t even summon lightning at first. I was so ashamed, partly of being pinned, that I didn’t tell Dad for years. I just avoided the guy, got him reassigned. When I finally did tell Dad, needless to say he was thrown into the Restricted Zones.”
“I’m sorry, Vy.” It was strange to see her with strength stripped away, in an unguarded moment, admitting something to me she probably had told few people.
She plowed ahead. “The next one was, ah, worse. You can probably get used to it…not that you should… but it’s hard to prepare. I should’ve been prepared…. Probably shouldn’t tell you this as it’s classified.....”
