An Adversi's Son
She looked down at her hands. "My name's going to end up out here somewhere," she murmured, "it won't be next to his like I would like. I won't get to choose where it goes. I'll just be some faceless name engraved in stone that other people will see as nothing of importance."
"That's not true," I argued but she nodded her head vigorously.
"Yes, it is, Ben," she whined with a sob as she gestured to the stones of names around us and around the rest of the garden. "I don't know any of these people. I don't know what they did, who they loved, where they went, or how they went. I just know their names. That's all anyone will know about me."
"Stop," I told her seriously and she looked to me as two tears rolled down her face. "You're not going to die yet, Andra, you have a long time. And besides, how can someone strong like you go down so young." She closed her eyes as her mouth twisted and she began to shake with sobs. "Blaze said you guys have been on other missions and you've turned out fine."
"Yes but those were different circumstances," she whimpered. "More than half of that Sector is dead or in the enemy's hands. We never had to go and retrieve people-our people before. I've fought before. I've killed before. But with last night-this isn't the same as it has been before."
Benjamin Wilde was born and raised to live a normal life but one day, everything he has ever known will turn out to be a lie. Abruptly thrown into an ancient, secret society, he's expected to fill the oversized shoes of his Contact Fighter father, something he insists is impossible for him to ever do. Then, just as he begins to get somewhat settled in to his new life, being adopted and a descendant of an ancient society will be the least of his worries. Staying alive as he protects the ones he cares about will be his top priority.