It was a dull and dispirited school. The students were second-class, the type that seemed to meander through life in a semi-coma.

In the early mornings, you could see the morning dew glistening on the cement floor of the hallways. Blades of grass and marks of dirt were scattered several feet past the always-open entrance of the school.

It was there that I met Jaspire, a soft-spoken girl with an quiet, intimidating beauty.