Imrie was always made aware that she wasn't really a part of the Monroe Family.
Sure, she has the same genetics, even shared a woman with two of them. But she wasn't really a Monroe. She wasn't exceptional in any way, nor did she have the one simple power that marked her as a Monroe.
She wasn't a Dreamwalker.
Which would be a huge stain on the family name if such a fact ever came to light. Especially in their affluent community. In some cases, it was even unsafe for her to even exist.
A good portion of families would have their children sold off to the elite as slaves. An illegal and immoral act that outside of the community would've landed them in jail. But that wasn't the case for Imrie.
No, her family did something that was only a little bit better. They sent her away, far away, a different continent, different language, different cultures. To a military boarding school meant for kids with hardcore criminal records.
All at the young age of seven, all because she didn't have control over her dreams while she slept. Because she didn't have any of the magical abilities that would grant her promise and a way through life. All because she was a failure.
So, there she was, standing in line being stared at by countless eyes. Wearing a cold grey and blue uniform that was several sizes to big. Hair matted and face bruised from the brutal trip. Only reaching waist height to even the shortest of the instructors.
The sight was so polerizing that it sent shockwaves through the school. Most couldn't believe it, nobody would ever send a literal child to a school for young criminals. Which would logically mean one of two things.
Either she had a medical condition that makes her appear young. Or she committed a horrible crime the likes of which nobody could imagine.
But those rumors had been burned away when the instructors had to step in. Instructors who would normally been stone cold whenever they addressed these students. But looked as though they'd eaten something foul and very upsetting the morning of her arrival.
"The young girl who was sent here is only seven years old. She has committed no crime and has caused no harm. Her parents simply....paid, a large sum of money to our government to enroll her here."
Shockwaves tore through the school. Then there came outrage. Students who had long since been beaten down nearly revolted upon hearing about the actions these so called 'parents' took. Kids who had been nothing but ruthless deviants grew morals hearing about this tragedy.
They swore, instructors and students together, that this child wouldn't suffer for as long as she was inside the walls of their country. Even if she couldn't speak nor understand their language.
Imrie Monroe, seven years old, was shone kindness from those who rarely gave it out.