Her life hadn't always been hard. The ground hadn't always been so barren. But, as she heard the elders say, war never changes. But this was bad. She heard of wars before, but this one was so much worse. After years of the Abnormals being persecuted, experimented on, hunted down like foxes by the Normals, they rose up. They rose up and started fighting back. It had all started with one strike, but it had been a big one. The Capitol of the United States fell into shadow created by one man, and when he removed the shadow, the building was little more than rubble. Two other men and two women stood at the four corners of the buildings, covered in dust, their hands all aimed at the ground. They fell the building, killing everyone inside with nothing more than their hands. The time had come for the 'strongest race' to stand up and take their rightful place! No more were they to be slaves! No more were they to be hunted like animals! No more were their living and their dead to be taken and experimented on! No more were they to be treated like lesser, inferior beings, when it was obviously the Normals who were inferior! With their inability to create matter within their hands, to control the elements, to shift their bodies into other forms! NO MORE! The man's speech was heard around the world. Every radio on the planet flicked on at once and the man's voice was transmitted across the radio waves, across the country, across the oceans, to the furthest reaches of the globe. And they rose up. They stood as one and started The War to End All Wars. The shadowmancer was taken down immediately following his speech with a bullet to the head. As were the four who crumbled the White House. It didn't matter. He hadn't been the leader. Not the true leader. The war started immediately. Every Abnormal who was still in slavery, with their powers halted by special collars, was slain on the spot. The armies of every country rumbled to life and troops marched across the lands. But the Abnormals had an army too. An army spanning the globe. An army united under one flag. An entire race of people with footholds across the globe stood up for their freedom. The number of deaths on the first day was staggering. There were no deaths the second day as the Normals took a strategic step backwards to regroup and figure out how to fight this war. They had to win. After all, they were human. The Abnormals, after two generations of oppression and death and despair, had no mercy left in their hearts for Those Without, for The Normals, for The Humans. And that was what brought Brenna Tash flying over the ruins of a city whose name she did not know. By the second year of war, the humans had come to distrust all animals. Unlike the year before, she had to be careful. She flew high, her raven eyes seeing far. She loved the chance to fly, but rarely got it anymore. It was too dangerous. Her elders forbade it. She didn't understand. The first year of her life, before her change, she was taught The Tennants. One of them was to fly. To spread the wings Mother Earth gave her and to fly as far as she could, to see all she could see, and to collect the secrets of the dead. That was their purpose. That was what Mother Earth created them for. Far below she spotted a body not yet picked over by the buzzards. She cautiously circled lower and lower. To her surprise, he also had his left eye. It was all she needed. With the utmost caution in her movements, Brenna landed on the chest of the corpse, her head tilting this way and that. Please, allow me your secrets. She stood still, slowly picking up her right foot as she perched there, waiting for a response from the corpse. When he gave it, she plucked out his left eye and drank the vitreous humor quickly, not daring to wait and savor the taste. She put the empty orb down roughly in the same place that she got it from and watched the soldier's last memories, his last moments of life. He was running, his platoon leaving him behind. He was hurt. His leg was bleeding. He turned to look behind him, terrified, heart racing, as the enemy turned the corner. A man blasted fire from his hands. A woman ripped the blood right out of someone's body. He turned again to see where his fellow soldiers had gone but they had left him. He tried to remember where they were headed, maybe he could take a short cut, but he felt a horrible sensation rising in his body. His blood stopped moving in his veins. He turned around and saw the woman behind him as she slowly closed her fist and ripped her hand towards her chest. The last thing he saw was the blood exploding like shards of ice from his body, and then black. Brenna retched, spilling out the liquid from her stomach, as well as a bit of a leftover sandwich she had found on her way out there. While she worked for The Resistance, while she was an Abnormal, some of the others made her stomach churn. Blood Benders were one of them. When she was done throwing up all over the body, she thanked his spirit quietly and hopped around on him, digging her beak into his pockets for anything that would be useful. All the while, she kept an ear or an eye out for any approaching danger.