Ever since he was little, Cedric Alston was surrounded by the labs. Entrapped in metal walls, with men and women wearing white coats pointing at him through glass panes or taking him into rooms with nothing but computers, sharp objects and a chair that he grew up to fear. They did tests and checks for the simplest things, looking at his eyes, checking his hygiene levels, scanning his saliva and making sure he was a perfectly functional human being. At first, the young Cedric didn't mind the lab, what he called his home, with the constant beeps and clicks from the machinery and the computers, even though he was never let out of his tiny room. These examinations were constant and happened almost every day, much to the displeasure of the human beings being kept near or in the laboratory. The scientist never conversed with the people unless they were told to, Cedric saw them as silent, hard-working people, tapping away at flashy keyboards or writing on clipboards, inviting each and every child and teenager into the special white room one after another. Cedric's entire world was this metal land of computers and people donned in white lab coats. But then he heard stories. Stories from other people held in the lab. Once a week, they were allowed to eat together. The men and women said that being isolated for too long wasn't good on their mental well-being. In a giant room, the people - all dressed in the same uniform - ate their usual meals, chattering and discussing the latest rumours. At the time, the young boy was only twelve, sitting on a table with a bunch of others, mostly teenagers. A female claimed that the men and women would take them into a special room and 'torture' them, put them under extreme circumstances in order to 'awaken' something. The Chimerans had powers, powers that normal humans could never achieve, that was why they were all kept in the lab. Cedric was told to train and build up muscle and a fit body at age seventeen. He wasn't told why, but he knew disobeying was not a bright idea. The scientist looked weak and defenceless, but in their special rooms they had plenty of sharp instruments to scare any man or woman, and they knew how to make one of them become submissive. Techniques and strategies with machines and pain could be applied. Not everyone liked the 'torture' they were being submit to in order to awaken their powers, the scientists knew that. Nevertheless, Cedric was afraid of his fate. He had made friends during the mass gatherings for dinner, but he slowly began to realize girls and boys who turned eighteen would disappear. Where did they go? The scientists kept their mouth shut. Soon it would be Cedric's birthday, one of the only things about yourself you were allowed to know. Little did he know, Cedric had been promised to another country, needing Chimeran soldiers with favourable supernatural abilities. They had been intrigued with his control over the winds, when put under extreme stress, Cedric could knock back very heavy objects with wind and willpower alone. Scientists considered him blessed to be able to go to this level, the foreign government saw him as a good opportunity to take down the enemy. Cedric had no say. He never had a say. Chimerans had no voice in this cruel world. He fought many battles, he had many victories, and the rather big squabble between two countries ended with many deceased. Cedric was among the living, battle-scarred and worn out. He needed to be sent back to be analysed and to recover as quickly as possible. Then Cedric would be given away to other countries needing a soldier, like an object.