• The annoying alarm woke Harmoney up with a jolt. She felt as if she had barley gotten sleep the night before. She staggered out of bed to the little purple clock and clicked off the alarm. She streached her whole body, reaching for the sky as she liked to call it, then headed down to the shower rooms. Every morning was the same thing over and over again. Harmoney would grab a towel and robe then head to the bathroom before the other girls woke up. She liked the solitude and quiet since there wasn't much durring the day and she was too busy having nightmares to get a decent nights rest. The same nightmare had haunted her for years and only Malissa, the nurse, was aware of how they affected her. Harmoney was still able to function, but her mind would be elsewhere and she would often fail those days. She felt like a descrace even though the teachers looked at her with concern. What could possibly be wrong with the best fighter?

    The school year was almost over and then she was off to the travel around the world. She would be in charge of sending the reports to headquaters and separating people if things became too friendly between the mates and the children. Harmoney leaned her head back and rotated her shoulders under the hot water that was beating down on her body. It felt good to her and she was finally relaxed. She finished up in time to see other girls comming in to get ready.
    "MY WATER IS COLD!" A girl with red curls screamed and Harmoney left with a smirk on her face. She loved to mess with the girls. She would take an hour or two long shower then leave as it was starting to get cold. There were never enough shower heads for all the girls so someone was bound to get a cold wakeup call. Harmoney surpressed a giggle as she walked passed a group of girls all younger than her. They looked at her in awe and she knew that they had heard of her. Harmoney was the youngest hunter in the history of the womens population.

    The room was warm and welcoming. If she could, she would have loved to just lay in the bed that looked so inviting and that was already made. Harold, the dorm maid, must have seen her going to the shower. She was pleased with his work but felt a little hypocritical. How could they treat men the way they treated us? Werent we supposed to get equal rights? Harmoney shook her heas in disaproval to herself. The elders knew the best. They would never lead the women population wrong. Contrasting thoughts bounded into her mind causing a spliting headache. She went through this at least once a month, though they seemed to have been coming more frequently then what she would have likes. Harmoney's insides were at war and she knew it. Suddenly she wasn't hungry so much and wanted to get to training as soon as possible. She threw on sneakers, tennis shorts and a ratty t-shirt. Some girls liked to get all dressed up so when the training portioned they were told to go change before class. Harmoney didn't get this seeing as they all got an hour off before returning to classes. They thought of everything here. The women were expected to be in tip top shape so they were allowed to sleep durring this break or practice fighting.

    "You ready Harm?" Darick was the girls personal trainer. They hired him because they thought he was gay. Harmoney was the only one to know the truth. He wanted to fight alongside the women but he knew that if he would admit himself a heterosexual they would send him off to mate with a girl. He learned how to talk, walk, and look gay. When they were together though, he let his guard down and acted as the Darick that was under all that fake. Harmoney liked this Darick. They had formed a close friendship over time and she saw him as nothing more than a relative to her. Girls swooned over his muscular body and tight buns but he refused to do any one on one time with any other girls for the sake of his life. He knew that their hormones were raging white hot and didn't want to get cought up in all the drama that came with affection. "Ready as I'll ever be Dare." She shot him a cockey grin and finished wraping her hands. She pounded them together and bowed to him. Harmoney barley had time to get into her stance before Darick started his attack. She had to think quick or else she was going to be buldozed and she wasn't about to count on him to stop himself before trampling over her. That would have been the worst incident of the year. Darick smiled and continued his charges. He got a few blows to her stomache but she kiced major butt. She was always in focus when she was fighting. There was no calming her down or making her relax. It woke her up and kept her in tip top shape.