She would never forget what they'd looked like to her child eyes when they'd come. Blazing with harsh light, massive as they blotted out the skies and spreading fire in their path, destruction as their machines delved into the earth and their fighter ships ruined the planet. The war had lasted ten bloody, futile years. Ten years that had laid waste to the planet and the people, that had resulted in the humans losing, being made slaves, dying of experimentation, diseases, famine, water shortages, weapons, bombs, radiation... And the aliens gained control, harvesting diamonds, the reason they'd come and massacred this world. Farah knew she'd never forget the day her life changed forever, the day they'd come from the sky in fire and death...but she wouldn't forget the day they'd left either. It still played over and over in her mind two days later. There had been no warning, no indication that anything was about to change. The humans had just woken one morning and the ships had been flying away, every single one of them. There had been no renewed attack, no shooting or taking of people....they'd just left. Those left behind on the desolate planet had not known what to think. Were they going to be annihilated? Were they to stay where they were? Would the aliens come back? Were they free? What should they do now? Without their overlords of five years, without the resources to know what was going on, the humans hadn't done much. They'd stayed close to their prisons and ruined homes, waiting, unsure. Even Farah had been hesitate about moving about so openly, but today she was done hiding. She'd been hiding long enough for the past fifteen years. Her mind made up, the brunette moved from her spot in the shadow of some rubble and started down the street, her pack over her shoulder, walking with a confidence she didn't really feel. She hadn't walked in the middle of a street, in plain sight, for many years now and the feeling was exposing, made her vulnerable. She felt tense and her shoulders twinged as if she were being watched. She might be. Farah had made her decision, though. She was no longer going to walk in the dark. It was time to emerge into the light.