"How did you end up doing?" she asked Victor.

They were sitting in a treehouse they had made when they were younger. The treehouse was located on one of the taller trees so the view of the night sky would not be hidden by the forest canopy.

Time had taken it's toll on the treehouse and now it was really just boards nailed together to make a floor. It all seemed unsafe but the two of them were agile enough to get out of the situation if it suddenly collapsed. Or at least, that was what she told herself.

"Barley passed the written. I had good marks on the game since we ended up being the overall winners. They wrote on my paper that I was a good follower and that I listened well to instructions. I killed three of the sins so I didn't do too bad but I could have done better. I'm waiting for further instructions about being a Friend," he said.

"It should not be too long," she said.

She laid down on the wooden floor and looked up at the stars. These were the same stars on Earth. The Imaginary World technically existed on Earth, it was just another layer. A layer that humans could not access.

Victor laid down next to her.

"Not soon enough," he said, "and I probably won't get stationed where you will be going."

She knew that he would not get stationed where she will be. His scores were not good enough and he does not have enough experience.

She looked at him. His hair was out of a tie and was sprawled in all directions. His average purple eyes were looking at the sky and she could see them reflect the sparkle of the stars. He noticed her looking at him and turned on his side, facing her. She turned on her side to mirror him.

"This will be the first time we're not together in fifteen years," he said.

"I know," she said with melancholy etched in her voice. She looked down at the wooden boards.

"It's not a sad thing," he said, "give me your hand."

She lifted her hand and he grabbed it in his and intertwined their fingers. Both their hands were rough with callouses.

"Now look at me," he instructed.

Her eyes made contact with his. They were still glistening.

"This just means that we're growing. Change is not a bad thing and this does not mean we will never be with each other again," he pulled her hand closer to his chest and wrapped the top of her hand with his other one, "we are too close to let time and distance separate us."

She could feel tears fighting to escape but she fought back. Her lips wobbled and her nose started getting stuffed. She closed her eyes thinking this would help. Nothing could and soon she started sobbing.

"No no no," he pulled her closer and wrapped her in his arms. Her face was pressed against his chest.

She never felt so vulnerable in her life but at the same time, had never felt so safe.

She lost track of time and eventually fell asleep. She had not slept in such a deep state in a long time. When she opened her eyes, she was in her own bed, waking up to an alarm that Victor had set on her alarm clock.

She had never shown that much emotion to one person at one time. She could not remember the last time she had cried like that. That much emotion shook her whole body until there was nothing left.

She sighed and sat up in her bed. She reached over to her night stand where the alarm was sitting on. With a light hand, she turned off the beeping. She looked across the room where the file was resting on a neatly organized desk.

Cecilia hung her legs off the side of the bed.

Her room was bare, as if nobody lived there. A desk. A chair. A bed. A nightstand. White. White. White. White.

She stood and the cold tile floor sent a chill from her bare feet to the rest of her body. Goosebumps pierced her skin.

She walked to her closet.

White.

She put on a turtleneck long sleeved shirt.

White.

Tugged on pants that hung tightly to her calfs.

White.

Slid on sandals.

White.

She stared at her reflection in the body mirror, frozen in place.

One day she was going to be in black.

Her dark eyes in the reflection were cold as they stared back at her.

She pulled herself away from the mirror and grabbed the file from the desk. She raced out of the room like a ferocious winter storm.

She had already memorized the content inside the folder.

The boy's name was Leon Boston. He was born 3000 October 15, making him four years old. He was forty five inches tall and weighed forty pounds. Average. He had chestnut brown hair and multicolored eyes. The eyes were memorizing and her breath had halted when she first saw his picture. It was as if they had every natural color. Black pupils with golden brown sun rays branching out of the darkness. The brown morphed into yellow and green. Then, the rays touched the blue ocean surface. They were unlike any other eyes she had seen.

"Thank you," she said as the guard to the Main Tower opened the glass door for her.

The blue guard bowed her head.

The green receptionist behind the front desk smiled, "Good morning, Cecilia Purple. You will be in Room 100."

"Thank you," Cecilia said. She started walking to the hallway on her right.

"Good morning, Johnathan Red," she heard the receptionist say in the distance.

She opened the door that was labeled "100". The room was empty minus one desk where a woman with orange eyes and straight orange hair was sitting behind.

She stood up when Cecilia walked into the room.

"You're a little bit early," the woman said.

"Is that a problem?" Cecilia asked.

"Not at all," she said.

The door behind Cecilia opened and Johnathan walked through.

"Good morning, little sister," he said.

"Good morning, older brother," she said back in the same monotoned voice that he had used.

"Hello, Johnathan Red," the woman said. On her desk was two white bags.

"These are your uniforms, your weapons, and communication devices. You are also given transportation devices that will get you to and from Earth. Are there any questions?" she said.

"No," Johnathan and Cecilia said at the same time.

"Great," she said, "good luck."

The orange woman bowed her head and walked out of the room.

She hesitantly looked at Johnathan. He was looking straight ahead at the desk. She opened her mouth to say something but realized that nothing was going to come out, so she closed her mouth. She walked towards the desk first.

"Cecilia," he said. She turned her head around.

He was looking at the white marble floor.

"How did you do it?" he asked. His voice was a whisper.

He walked closer to her and grabbed her wrist.

"How did you do it?" he asked more forcefully.

She had wanted to snatch her wrist away and yell in his face about how she finally beat him, but instead, she stood there. She knew her wrist was going to be bruised purple and blue from the immense pressure of his grip. Yet, she did nothing. She realized she was content with watching her older brother break his mask.

"How?" he asked again.

She stared into his blazing red eyes filled with nothing but hatred. Hatred that she had gotten the best of him.

This was a wrath she had never seen from him before. He was usually good with keeping his mask perfect, like their father. Now he was exposed.

Her first thought was to reach up and touch his broken mask, but she could not understand why she would think that.

Then it hit her, she did not want to see her older brother like this.

"Is that it?" she asked. Her voice was as smooth as silk. His grip on her loosened and she raised that hand to his shoulder, "are you just going to let me win, onii-chan. Or are you going to fight back?"

His mask was shattered on the marble floor but the look on his face was different than any other look she had ever seen from him.

The fire in his eyes died down.

For what seemed like the first time, she saw a genuine smile. It was small and for a moment she thought she imagined it.

"Thank you, hermana," he walked past her and her hand fell to her side. He grabbed his bag from the table and turned for the door. His stance was frigid, not at all as confident as she was used to seeing form him. When he made it to the door, he stopped and looked back at her.

"Good luck."

One phrase.

That was one phrase that she never heard him say to her. A phrase she waited to hear since she could remember.

She had always followed her brother's shadow. Skipped in his footsteps left in the white snow. Watched him from a clouded window. As the years went by, the further he seemed. All she wanted was his acceptance. All she wanted was for him to be her older brother.

It was just one phrase, but it meant the world for her.

Her hand hovered over the bag. This moment, this bag, was what she worked so hard for. The early mornings, late nights, sore muscles, tired mind. All of it for this bag and what it meant.

She was now a Friend.

She grabbed the bag and walked out of the room and to the girls locker room down the hall.

There were no other girls in the locker room so she was able to change in peace.

The white uniform was a unitard that showed her toned legs and arms. The unitard covered her chest and reached up to her neck. The suit was accompanied with white knee high boots. In the bag was a silver cylinder, the weapon. The cylinder could transform into any weapon that the user wanted.

She touched her right ear where she could pair to the weapon cylinder. The communication went through and she instructed the cylinder to transform into two bracelets. The silver cylinder melted and then formed into the bracelets. The cuff bracelets were long with swirls engraved on the top of them.

Cecilia clicked the bracelets on her wrists. She reached into the bag one last time and pulled out the device that would transport her to and from the human Earth. The device was in the form of a single transparent glove.

She slid her left hand inside the glove. The glove suctioned to her hand and completely disappeared. She tapped on the middle of her palm with her right index finger. A keypad appeared.

Her finger paused over the numbers. The moment she entered the numbers she would be transported to the location of the boy.

She shook her head and tapped the location into the palm of her hand. Her body started to materialize. She did not know what she felt. Excitement? Nervous? Scared? Maybe it was a little bit of everything.