"Shoot," he said. She stared up at him, her eight-year-old arms trembling as her finger hovered over the trigger.
"I can't," she stuttered, feeling her lungs tighten.
"Why?" He was unfazed. "Do you remember your resolve?" He asked crouching down to be at eye level with her.
She didn't respond, months of training spinning through her head.
'I will never be weak', the words echoed around her, encompassing her very being. 'I will not allow this world to do what it did to me ever again', her quiet resolve overtaking her primary one.
"People like that," Aiden said pointing at her target, "they destroy all hope that's left for this age. Do you want to see more malevolence?" He questioned, almost demanded, words sharp.
Her eyes darkened as her hands stopped trembljng, the images of a disastrous time coming to mind. With that single thought she pulled the trigger the bullet flying, target dead immediately, courtesy of her precise aim.
Is determination and resolution sufficient to accomplish everything we desire or is it just something we tell ourselves for a greater purpose. Skylar doesn't know. She just does what she has to with one thought in mind "tear down the empire".
Do people you meet along a journey change perspective that was branded into your very being? It's a tricky question that circles the right kind of people. With a heart as cold as steel and a mind like a steel trap, Skylar is far from altering. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth and a life for a life; that is what she lives by.