Sara did not read the news, or  she would know of the approaching storm, not only for herself, but for every human mutant, strong and with their flowing coats, from Miami to Dubai. Because humanity, selfishly cursing the night, had discovered a rare metal, and business was booming. These humans wanted mutants with strong grips by which to dig, and food to fill their stomachs from hunger. 

Sara lived in the noisy Colony 1-Alpha in the Dark Valley.  The Darkness it was called. It stood tall and tucked away from the winding trail, half hidden the among the crags and saddles, through which visions could be held of the cool mist and breezes that swirled through the bottom of the valley's floor. There were great cages, where handlers held mutants along the orderly array of miner's huts. Then there was the sputtering power plant for the Special House, and a big Fighting Rink where Master Li and his men took their morning formations and to keep cool in the sweltering night. Welcome, night is day and day is night.