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Gaping holes tarnished the carpet of the earth, thin ribbons of black smoke rising up to the skies above. Soldiers in their green uniforms lined up on either side of me, nervously fidling with the rifles in their hands. The day so far has been rough on them, comrades falling to the ground after bullets tore into the flesh, puncturing lungs, hearts, and anything else that stood in its way. Bombs had exploded around them, flinging bodies of men, alive or dead, back by their sheer destructive power. No wonder out soldiers can't keep still. Our side has suffered massive losses, cutting down our numbers by more than half, and the remaining are tending to wounds. Moral is low among us, since it is rumored that we will lose this war. Colonel walked around, offering words of encouragement and advice to his brave men. His red hair, an inheritance from his Irish ancestry, glistened like rubies even with the lack of light. Eyes the color of the ocean, and just as deep, met mine, and with a grim smile he came up to me. The man towered over me with his height of six foot three, placing a large, scarred hand upon my shoulder. "Miss Celes," Colonel's low, gravelly voice rumbled, a tone of sadness mixed in, "I believe its time for you to do your part in this fight." I nodded, pulling back from him. Although he has treated me like a daughter all my fourteen years, the fact has never been forgotten that I am a weapon of war. I was created as a means to turn the tables in times such as these. I am the only one of my kind. I am Project Celes, the ''heavenly weapon". Enemy lines straightened, pointing their rifles at my person. Several pairs of eyes stared me down as I approached, in their own minds judging whether or not I am dangerous. Slow, confident grins crossed pale, dirty faces, and soft chuckles grew louder among the group. I know what they're all thinking: how can this young girl, with the long wavy blond hair and eyes the exact shade of azurite, possibly be a threat? Well, they will soon find out.