Hestia Lewis was an exceptional child. She became a science and math prodigy before her tenth birthday and was classified as a genius by the time she was a teenager. Now 16, she had grown into a surprisingly well balanced young thing, who was friendly and warm. Her true academic capability was only obvious to an outsider if they saw the college degrees that hung on her bedroom wall. Hestia still lived with her parents, but she had been working, or rather researching for the last several years.
When several military men had arrived at her house that morning and requested that she go with them, Hestia had assumed it had something to do with her research on various forms of energy present in space. If only she had known how accurate her assumption was.
Hestia's parents and little brother were allowed to join her and they packed quickly, being taken after only a precious few minutes. The trip to the launch site was uneventful, the men didn't talk and her family was too nervous to know what to say.
She had known when she saw it standing there, all gleaming and metallic, what this meant. Destruction was upon them, though she wasn't sure what form it had taken. All that mattered was that her family was safe and that she had provided that for them. Hestia said a silent prayer of thanks, and made herself not think about all the people they would be losing as they boarded.