Atara sighed, eyes scanning over her homework as she tapped her pen on the table in thought, feline-like tail swishing behind her. Rain pelted against the window, the sun having set a long while ago.

She was grateful for times like this, ones she used to hate. When she wasn’t forced around, manipulated into doing.. his bidding, having her religion be used against her.

She was only young. She didn’t know any better. All she knew was something felt wrong. Off.