The sun has entered my body. Its golden light fills my veins and bursts from my pores. I've jumped from the tallest skyscraper, just to see if I can fly. I land lightly on my feet and hear the voices from miles away. They're coming.

The Angelus are sure upset for an organization that gave me my power in the first place. Taken against my will and experimented on, they tell me I am a descendant of Brigid, a Celtic goddess.

I'm ready to run and face them when I hear the soft cries. The child sobs in pain next to the bicycle. I soothe the top of their head, as I numb their pain and put their bones back into place. Having the ability to conjure lollipops from thin air is a new skill, but one I could get used to.

This gives me a thought.

I watch the child and mother for a minute before I slip into the alley. I close my eyes and try to picture my captors, but how do you picture the invisible? I imagine their voices, their fingertips, their breath. Light bursts into the darkness of my eyelids and I feel myself vanishing.

When I open my eyes, I'm in a field. I know that I am not alone and that I am ready for what will come.

Ana pulls the covers over her eyes, squinting them shut. "Go away, go away," she mutters.

Her parents's bedroom is right down the hall. They would gladly let her sleep with them if she told them about the ghoul living under her bed.

Except, Ana is a determined child. She won't let the monster know she's afraid of it.

She hears scratching and rustling. The monster lets out a horrifying screech.

Ana opens her eyes, screaming, "Mommy!". She does not remove her head from under the covers.

She hears the door open and sees the light come on.

Gentle hands touch her shoulder, removing the safety blanket. "What's the matter, sweetie?," her mother asks, kindly.

"Monster," Ana informs her mother simply, pointing under her bed.

Her mother nods and gets on the floor to investigate.

"Let's see, clothes, toys, but where is the monster?," her mom ponders out loud.

A hissing sound shocks them both.

"I thing I know who the monster is." Her mom makes whispering noises until a furry black ball appears.

"You said you wanted a kitten, right?"

She sets her pen down and walks to the window. She gazes towards the sea as she visualizes the opportunities which lie ahead, and the memories which lie behind. She doesn't feel punished for every silly mistake and her loved ones don't coddle her to the point of suffocation. She knows the one she misses will return, and she finds safety in the thought of tomorrow.