Once school commenced, she wasn't accepted with the absolution of her parents' crimes, if I should dare call such actions as such. She was beaten sa pamamagitan ng the teachers madami oftenly than the others, harrassed madami relentlessly sa pamamagitan ng the students, and has had to live through experiences that no child should have to experience.

Those whom would dare say she had a childhood would have minds as twisted as the leaders of these two tribes. Her childhood was taken from her before it even began.

Even though she had to endure all this, she kept going with a belief that her own parents still loved her for her uniqueness. This is what kept her from taking Death and placing it upon herself.

She had soonafter discovered something that none other she knew possesed except those of her mother's tribe which were rumors that they possesed such things. She had discovered her vectors, and began discoving and unlocking their abilities and hidden secrets.

Menae kept recieving abuse. araw in, araw out. But every living being has a limit.

So did Menae.

And thus, there came a araw that everyone of the tribe, except her own parents, had turned on Menae. They beat her to a bloody pulp, which even that was an understatement. All of her muscles were rendered useless. She could not move, and hrr wounds were grave and mortal.

Menae's parents, however, took Menae to a place where her wounds would be allowed to heal with the facillitation of the herbs of Spring season, such as marigold. Here, she healed her physical wounds, but her muscles were still useless. It was a miracle her diaphram still pulled in air and her puso still pumped blood.

This was when Menae would discover the greatest use of her vectors:

While her caring mother had left to gather madami herbs, Menae used her vectors to ilipat her Buto and skin so that she could ilipat them. With this, though not as skilled as in her later years, she was able to somewhat walk. Unfortunately, she had to learn to walk, put pagkain in her mouth and such actions we take for granted again.

Even though the tribes saw that Menae had survived a planned flogging that was meant to kill her, the tribe continues to harrass her. This time, they did so much madami terribly.

This was when Menae snapped.

Upon the last hand smiting her skin, Menae swung around one of her vectors around, slicing her harrasser across the abdomen area. She now had superiority. Now she could take revenge from those who'd hated her so for what her genetics stated.

Menae went on a mad rampage, killing everyone she knew had harmed her in some way. She felt glad to finally let out her emotions, and melancolic as she remembered what she had endure up until this point. The once green fields were not covered in that crimson fluid that seemed to be the red paint of a masterpiece on a green canvas. She was glad to finally do the world a favor, yet only two survived: Menae's parents.
When they saw what Menae had done, they could not believe their eyes. Had Menae killed all those people? If so, they wanted nothing of it.

Menae took this as rejection, and her parents had the most graphic of all death's dealt. This was the araw Death was waiting for.

Running from the tribes, Menae was well out of the area. She ran until her feet bled. And kept running. When she tripped, she stood back up. When she was tired, she slept. When she was hungry, she hunted and ate her game while running. When she needed to release wastes, she did so as she ran. It would seem that nothing would stop her.

This was when I found Menae. This was when I took her under my wing. This was when Menae joined that Miltia led sa pamamagitan ng yours truely:

Gatage.