I stood on the hill of the camp watching the parade. The Cardassians always paraded the Bajoran Terrorists around out camp before killing them. I stood there watching in disbelief, my friend sat next to me and cried. It was really hard on her. Her parents were in this group. They were freedom fighters. Some Cardassians thought that they were member of the Khon-ma, the worst terrorist group on the face of Bajor. I knew that the when I reached the age of ten I was going to join the Khon-ma. I wanted to avenge my own family's death. My two brothers, my only sister, and my parents were killed when I was just six years old. We watched as they lined the prisoners up against the back wall of the camp and shot each one of them. A single tear rolled down my check as my friend and I started to say the Bajoran Death Chant. The last of the Bajorans fell to the ground. The blood spread on the ground like the snow in winter.

After we had finished the death chant we started down the hill and headed back to our tent in the middle of the camp. My friend had a plan to leave Bajor and join Starfleet, I had a funny feeling that she was actually going to succeed in her plan. I just prayed that the Cardassians didn't catch her before she reached Earth. When we reached the home my guardian looked at me and smiled. She was always proud of me. I looked forward to seeing her everyday after my classes. I was glad that the children in the camp were allowed to have classes. I enjoyed reading about Bajor's past, I enjoyed writing stories about my life on Bajor and in the refugee camps. I went in my corner of the tent and picked up my padd and started to write about the days events.

After two hours of writing, it seems that I dozed off. I awoke the next morning, and went outside to tend to my regular duties at the mine. I looked up from one of the miners wounds and saw a new family move into my friends old tent. I looked at them suspiciously. There were two boys and one girl. The girl was about my age, 8 years old, and was sadly skinny. her face was had bruises which covered her left eye and jaw. I looked around for Jana, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I didn't think that she would like the fact that there was someone new living in her old tent. I looked back at the wounded miner. His arm was still bleeding badly. DAMN CARDASSIANS, always forcing people to work harder then they actually can. I re-wrapped the wound with a new bandage and even tighter then the last one.

Vedek Tagal walked up behind me. "Kala, it's time for you to get to your studies." I looked at him. I didn't want to go. I had to help this miner. Somehow I knew that Tagal knew that. "I'll take over where you left off. Now run along." I looked at him and smiled. He was one of the few people in the camp who was good at healing. He taught me some of the basic skills required in healing.

Walking toward my tent I couldn't help but think of the day my family was murdered. I was going to join the resistance. I was going to avenge my family's death. I was going to make that Cardassian Gul pay for what he did. I promised them at their murder that I was going to kill him. I will never forget what I had planned on doing. I had detailed plans in my head about how I was going to go through with the Gul's murder. I had wanted to scream.

I exited the tent, and looked back to the mines. I looked away towards the new family. I started to walk towards them. I had wanted them to come to studies with me. I wanted to know them. The girl interested me. I wanted to know about the scares. I wanted to write her into one of my stories. I wanted the universe to know about the torture that the Cardassians had made us go through. I wanted the Cardassians dead. ALL OF THEM! Every single last one of them. As I walked closer to the tent I could feel the presence of someone else behind me. I looked around. I swear that I could have felt my heart jump into my throat. I looked at the face of the Bajoran behind me. It was Jana.

"Jana! Don't sneak up behind me."

"You're going to see that new family? Can I come with you? I would like to tell them about our camp. I also wanted to get some thing of mine out of the tent."

For the first time I saw Jana smile. I knew she was going to get her mothers scarf. Her mother had that scarf since Jana was born. Jana was wrapped in that scarf when she was infected with the Cardassian Flu. bad enough they had to torture us, they go and infect us with their dang viruses. Jana stared at me. I stared back. I smiled at her and we turned back to Jana's old tent.

The girl was sitting at the opening of the tent. She had Jana's scarf in her hands. "I believe who ever lived here last forgot this in the corner." She raised the scarf and handed it to me.

"I believe this is yours now." I looked at the girl and said, "The scarf was her mother's. The Cardassians killed her yesterday. They said that she was a terrorist. They shot her and her husband yesterday." I looked at Jana, she stood there starring at the scarf. I noticed that a single tear rolled down her check. "This is Castan Jana, and I am Nastrum Kala. What is your name?"

"My name? My name is Krystan Nalene."

We sat there and talked for about ten minutes when the camps Vedeks came up and took us to our studies. I wanted to talk to her some more, and find out about her life. I wanted to write about her. She was so interesting. Something about her made me more and more curious. Where things worse on other parts of Bajor then they were here? Where we luckier the other Bajorans? I know we were lucky to get one blanket per three people, much less our daily food ration.

The years quickly flew by. I wrote story after story about my new friend, and even more about old ones. I remember waking up one morning when I was twelve and finding out that Jana was gone. She had left her mothers scarf next to my bed. Most in our village thought that she was dead. Nalene and I considered her a hero. I wondered if I ever would see her again...

The End