Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

Why You? 

The question was simple, yet caused her to pause for a moment. 
"I don't know. I was trained since I was old enough to see and hear. Fed herbs through my mother's milk, left alone for days with nothing but the voices in my head. Perhaps I'm merely mad. But If I am...there are worse madnesses to have." 
She turned back to her charge, which was feebly kicking, barely able to hold his head up. She caressed it softly, tucking it under her chin like a dying pup.