The child laughed, her voice fluttering through the air, out the window. She's happy now, watching the scenery flash by. Her father is watching the road, but smiles a little when he sees the child waving her pudgy fists at him in the rearview mirror.

The mother, sitting in the front seat with her carrot-red hair flying through the air in the wind, laughs also. She touches her child, and immediately the air is filled with the scent of blueberries and a light cerulean glove covers her hand. The girl is fascinated by the color. She tries to touch it, but all she can feel is the firm feeling of her mother's flesh and the tantalizing scent of blueberries.

The father is less excited by the glow. "Take it down, take it down!" he hisses. "We don't want anybody seeing. Our lives would be in danger."

The woman pouts playfully, letting the blue glow sink back into her flesh. "I'm the one that puts my power to good use," she teases her husband. "Aires, you worry too much."

Aires's eyes glint. "Well..." he appears to think, and then the odor of dry, spicy cinnamon touches the air, and the child sneezes. A small red-brown cyclone spins through the car, and the young girl claps her hands in delight.

The woman glares at the man. He coughs and the little tornado drops to the floor, scattering the child's toys. She looks at it in awe, then picks up a small storybook and clumsily flips through the pages, her attention diverted.

To Kia, from your mommy and daddy, Lynny and Aires. We love you so much. Happy third birthday!

The child gurgles once, twice, then falls asleep as the outside day darkens into dusk.

The man's face creases. "What happened? We were supposed to have a few more hours until darkness..." He looks up and falls silent. Three black shapes streak across the sky.

"They've found us, they've found us," Aires whispers, as Lynny screams, "GO!"

The car speeds forward, but the black streaks are still there. Coming, closer and closer and closer and...

BANG. They collide with the car, and it spins around the street, wheels screaming. Time seems to slow down, and the three occupants' fates are sealed.

The mother looks at her child, who is now suddenly waking up. She whimpers in fear. The mother outstretches her hand, and a bright blue glow envelops her child. The father does the same , a cinnamony shield enveloping the girl.

The car bounces, bounces. Everything is dying, dying, breaking, breaking. But the child is safe. She's protected. But she's watching her parent's eyes.

Suddenly, time speeds up, the two human beings are thrown from the car, resting in the grass. Their time is up. The child lies nearby, unharmed, alive, and still cocooned in her parent's lives.

"We love you," the mother gasps, looking at her child. "Be safe."

The blue-brown glow is gone, and the sky is reflected in two pairs of marble-like eyes. The dark shapes are nowhere to be seen. But the child is alone, alone in her drowning emotions.

A scream rips through the night as the car explodes into millions of pieces, and a bright silver light shines through the darkness.

-=+=-

A dark-skinned man is jolted awake, a pain ripping through him. He looks around, anxiously. He holds his hand out, and a grate bursts into flames. His eyes flicker to a large globe in the corner, glowing with different colored lights. He strides towards it.

Each light represented a different colored human, with extraordinary powers, extraordinary life forces. He'd taught most of them himself. His eyes flicker to a pair of brightly flashing lights, one a rich blue and another red-brown.

They suddenly disappeared, and the man stumbles backwards. No. Two dead. He racks his memories. They were Aires and Lynny. Two gifted individuals. Last he heard of them, they had a child.

Suddenly, a bright silver glow pinpoints the exact same spot Lynny and Aires were. It flashes, on and off, desperately.

The man, whose name was Cyrus, rushes through the hall into the teachers' room, clutching that globe. He bursts in, shouting. "Get everybody here, now!"

A few minutes later, five disheveled beings are inside the room. "What happened?" A lady with mussed silvery hair and fine features asked quietly.

Cyrus held up the globe. "Lynny and Aires are dead," he reported grimly. "We don't know how, or why. But their child is still there." He pointed at the silver light.

"What do we do?" another man whispers, blue eyes filling up with fear.

Cyrus gulps. "Protect her, and when it is time, bring her to the school." Something told him that this child was a girl, and she needed to be protected with whatever they had.

The future might depend on her.

A/N:

Hi! It's the author here. Yep, I'm adding these notes because I feel like it *big girl hairflip into the sunset or whatever you people do* and because I honestly love this story.

So, please comment below on what you think about this story! :)

-Sugar