This isn’t how I thought my life would be. Not an uncommon sentiment, I know, but I can’t be original in every way. When I was five I thought I would be a wizard or a warrior. Maybe the first mortal to figure out how to kill a vampire. Or a Guardian of the Peace. For a while I even wanted to be a baker. One thing never crossed my mind: that I would be forced to hide from both sides of a civil war.