(Y/n) watched over Jolyne as the girl grew. The plum haired pillar child did go visit her other family to check on them, but stayed with Jolyne. From helping her with homework to helping her with her first period. (Y/n) made sure that this descendant of her beloved brother was safe and happy. She however, could not protect her from everything. The plum haired pillar child had to separate from Jolyne for long periods of time due to school. During this time, she explored Florida. The harsh sunlight would beat down on her cloaked body as she walked, either alone or with a ghost, along the streets.
She found a church one day to hide in from particularly harsh light. Her skin had opened in glowing and dripping wounds. Her small form hopped up onto a pew and laid down.
"I hope nobody minds me staying here for a bit.," she breathed out shakily.
Her head laid on her backpack as she closed her eyes. She felt at ease in the serene and empty church.
It felt like hours creeped by as she lay there, healing her wounds slowly. Her hunger began to rage once more. Footsteps brought her out of her trance. She lifted her head up after smelling a human man, a dark skinned man with light hair. Her red eyes locked onto the man as he knelt at the altar. She heard whispers pour from the man as he seemed to pray. He wore a strange dark robe over dark pants. The robe had a cross motif on it. His strange and quiet speech made the little girl get off the pew she was on and walk up behind him to try and listen better.

She felt his calm heartbeat quicken slightly as her jewelry jingled slightly from a misstep. She was trying to stay silent.
"I thought I was alone in here. I did not know that I had a visitor.," the deep voice of the man spoke.
His tone had no malice or ill intent in it. His heartbeat and breathing were calm. The little girl quietly hid in the pews as the man turned around. She could tell he was looking for any sign of her there.
"Is there a reason you are in here?," She heard him ask, "You do not need to be afraid of me."
The child covered her mouth to not respond. She was not afraid of him. She was afraid of what reaction this man would have from seeing a small child with horns and red eyes. She used her horns to feel the man's movements. He was kneeling at a spot she had been and was touching the floor.
"You're injured? Was it a fight or an accident?," the man asked aloud, hoping for an answer.
He did not get it as (y/n) stayed silent. She realized that he must have seen blood from her wound. She stayed silent and tracked his movements. Finally she got to see him while watching from the shadows of the pews. He passed by the pew she was hiding under. His face looked to be on alert and a little concerned. He approached where she had been and stopped. (Y/n) began to panic. She left her backpack there.

The man found the bag and some more blood on the floor. His large hand reached out for the bag and opened the top before he recoiled back in horror.
"Dear lord!," he exclaimed.
(Y/n) quickly jumped up from her hiding spot and ran to grab her bag. She got it and ran to the large doors, only to smack her face on them. The plum haired pillar child fell back onto her butt. She was sure she pushed them open before. She thought for a second and remembered that she pushed them to get in. She would have to pull them to get out. The small child hopped up and reached for the doors, freezing in place when she felt the man standing right behind her.
"Why are you here alone, dear child?," the man behind her asked, "Do you need assistance?"
The little pillar slowly turned around to look at the man. His brown eyes looked down on her with a gentle expression before he knelt down to be closer to her height. His hand reached out and took her arm that was still wounded.
"Oh my. This looks like it is painful, I'll give you some assistance.," the man spoke kindly, in a way that was non-threatening, "Don't worry. As the priest here, my job is to care for the flock."
"I don't need medical assistance, I'll be fine.," (y/n) finally spoke to the man and pulled her arm away with surprising strength.
The priest was a little startled by this, but he remained in the kneeling position. His eyes looked at the child before him. Particularly her face. She pulled her hood down to hide her face and horns from this man.

"You can rest here for a while, if you need it.," The priest told her.
He stood and walked back to the altar to pray more. (Y/n) decided to stay longer, just until her wounds healed and returned to the pew she had been resting on before. She sat back down and rested. Her eyes were closed as she leaned against her bag as a cushion. She felt the man return to her after he said the prayers and walked somewhere else. Her red eyes opened and saw the man looking down on her with a small cup of water in his hand. He had a larger cup in his other hand. The priest offered the water to the small inhuman child. She sat up and took it. Her small, clawed hands gripped the cup as she sipped it. The dark skinned man sat down beside her.
"Your... treasure surprised me.," the man spoke finally.
"He's my older brother. I found him after searching for him.," the child replied softly, "I wanted to lay him to rest, but I can't bear to part with him."
The child looked to the opened bag, Jonathan's skull peeked from its confines. (Y/n) felt a pain in her chest. The same pain she always had since she learned that he had died. The pain of heartbreak.
(Y/n) felt her hood be raised. The priest was trying to look at her again. Her small hand gripped the fabric of her hood, keeping it on her head.
"Please don't take it off.," the little one spoke.
The priest did not let go, "You don't have to fear me."
"I do not. I don't want you to fear me.," the little girl spoke.
This did not seem to deter the man, as his hand gripped her hood still.

"Could you at lease tell me your name?," the man asked.
"My name is unimportant. I just needed to get out of the sun for a bit.," the child replied and sipped the water.
The dark skinned man was quiet before speaking again, his eyes were on her wound that was healing before him. To him, this preist, this was a miracle. He did not release the fabric of the child's cloak. (Y/n) looked up to his face. His brown eyes scanned over her face. Almost like he was looking for something.
"You match the description of someone my friend knew.," the man spoke and finally released her hood.
The small girl gave the man the cup back and looked at her wounds as they closed up finally. She knew she had to eat something soon. Her healing was getting slower and she was weakening.
"Your friend probably met me before.," the small pillar child replied and patted the grinning sell in her bag, "I've met a lot of people."
"You sound like you are older than you look.," the priest mused.
"I'm still a child. But I seen a lot.," (y/n) patted the skull as she spoke, "Death, life, love, hatred, too much."
The preist leaned forward and rested his hand on his palm, "Would you like to talk about it? Priests are here to help anyone who needs it."
(Y/n) looked at the dark skinned preist, "I don't know you. I'm not supposed to talk this much to strangers."

The priest's face was surprised before he started to lightly laugh, "Then how about I introduce myself? My name is Enrico Pucci. You may call me 'Father Pucci'."
(Y/n) was a little confused, "You're not my father. I don't want to call you that."
Pucci once again chuckled at her, "Then what do you wish to call me?"
"I can call you Enrico or Pucci, either works.," the little girl replied.
"And what shall I call you?," the preist asked.
"I've been given many names over my life.," the child answered, "Kijo, Zashiki Warashi, auntie, little sister, treasure, little lamb. Choose something."
"I was asking for your name, dear child.," Pucci smiled with a gentleness that felt a slight bit forced.
"My name... it is (y/n).," the little girl spoke.
She did not see his face as she had turned to close the bag that Jonathan's skull was in. Sunlight was disappearing. Clouds must have rolled over. I was going to be safe for her to walk around until they were blown away. She felt pressure in the air. It was a storm.
"I need to get home. Rain is coming.," the child picked up the bag and hopped off the pew.
She turned to the preist, "Thank you for allowing me to rest here."
(Y/n) walked over to the places her blood pooled and absorbed the puddles, leaving pristine carpet and cushions.
She walked to the door and felt her hood be tugged off of her head. Her long plum hair fell from its confines. The pillar child turned around and looked in horror to the preist. The man's dark eyes were wide from seeing her horns. (Y/n) subconsciously summoned forth her stand wings to knock the man's hand away, she was careful to not injure him.

Pucci stepped back as he saw the child and her metallic wings. He was stunned by the sight before him. However, his face did not show fear to the child before him. Afternoon sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows reflected off of her visible stand wings, causing them to shine in a radiant light. Her jewelry glimmered from the same light. Before he could step forward to grab her, (y/n) used Avalon's wings to push open the door and make her escape. She jumped down the steps and away from the man before using a powerful leap to glide away.
The sun had emerged from behind the clouds and cast a wondrous light over the afternoon, but she had to brave it. This was an emergency.
'I was almost caught by a human.,' she thought to herself, 'I need to be more careful, humans are scared of ones such as I.'
Her plum violet hair blew behind her as she glided back to the house that Jolyne lived in. She looked back to the church she left, the man was standing in the street, watching her leave. Her red eyes turned back to the destination ahead, she needed to put as much distance between her and that human as possible. Thankfully, he did not follow. That was a relief for her.

(Y/n) looked at the sky to determine the time. A panic rose in her heart, it was almost time for Jolyne to get back from school! The little girl ran to the school bus stop and waited for her great niece. She rocked on her feet and began to bounce a bit when she saw the bus drive up. Jolyne got off the bus and got a big hug from the tiny child. The pillar child felt the human girl tense up before relaxing from seeing her family's longtime friend and family member. The pillar child held Jolyne's hand as they walked back home, the Japanese-american girl told her about the day she had. (Y/n) helped the girl do her homework and ate snacks.
The plum haired pillar child knew she would have to hunt that night. She needed to sneak out and hunt for food. But, at this moment, she was happy to be with Jolyne and her mother. The girl was telling Jolyne stories about her father and uncles when she found that she had dropped her mother's necklace. She needed to find it. Perhaps when she went out to hunt.

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A dark skinned hand picked up a nacklace that had been sitting on a pew. Dark eyes looked at the necklace.
"So you are alive. I wonder if he saw you before he died.," Pucci mused as he put the necklace into his pocket, "I will have to return his to you when we meet again."