Prelude:
Grace Augustine and her daughter stood at the door of her sister's house in Huntington Beach, California. The house was four stories with an attic and basement; it was also right next door to the famous rock star Matt Shadows' home.
Grace sighed and walked up the stairs that brought her to the front door of the house; she rang the door bell and looked down at the small child asleep in her arms. She felt horrible about what she was doing to the baby, but she felt as though she had to leave and she knew that no sane person would allow her to bring an innocent child to Hell's Gate.
She was woken from her thoughts by the door in front of her slowly opening.
"Grace, what are you doing here?" The woman asked, glaring at her sister for pulling her away from dinner.
"I need a favor… Can you take Drina?" Grace asked, praying that her sister would smile for once.
"Why would I do that, Grace? I still don't get why you want to drop everything and go off to some god-forsaken moon and prance around with blue monkeys." Her sister said, looking away from Grace and down at the small child in her arms.
"Minerva, please! I know we have never gotten on well, but I really need you to do this, I feel like this is my one chance to do what is right!" Grace pleaded, looking into her sister's grey eyes.
"Well, I guess I could take her for a while, how long do you need?" Minerva sighed, taking the small baby in her arms.
"She can come to Pandora when she is ten, which means she will be sixteen when she arrives, I have already set everything up for her to be able to finish training before she leaves." Grace said, looking relieved that her sister had accepted her daughter.
"Very well, Grace. Just don't get yourself killed." Minerva said, turning around and walking back into her house.
"Good bye, Drina. Mommy will miss you." Grace whispered after the door had closed. She walked back over to her car, took one last look at the house, and then drove off into the night.