Preface

It was a power that she no longer could wield. Although she knew she was the last of her kind, she was aged, the power taking a hold of her existence.

Demons and monsters screamed their secrets, plaguing her dreams with their terror and nightmares, disrupting her peace, her existence.

A frail Violette Rhines wandered about the city, as a sense of direction was given to her. She stopped in front of a hospital, taking a step inside.

She glamoured herself to appear as a nurse, eyes scanning each room. Violette wasn't really sure what she was looking for, she just had the faintest hunch that she needed to be here.

And then, she heard the babies cries.

Music to her ears, wonder hit her as the voices inside her head silenced themselves. They were curious as to what she had planned.

Violette had mostly blocked them out, and she realized what she was meant to do, why she had come here in the first place.

With calm footsteps, she walked through the hallway, listening in for the babies cries. Once she had arrived, she opened the door to where the newborns lay, some awake, some asleep.

She narrowed her eyes in an attempt to decipher each aura, and each baby. It was rare for a human being to have almost a rainbow-like glow, something that showed strength, understanding, and compassion.

Violette had kept looking, but since the babies had just been born, their auras were rather faint.

When she stopped, Violette's eyes widened.

There, on the third row, second to last, a wee babe's aura shown with different colors. It was like staring at an aurora borealis; the coloring was deep, and swirling, taking her breath away.

With renewed determination, she walked towards the baby, and gently lifted her from her bed. The baby stirred, but did not cry.

Violette cooed at the pretty baby, taking in her gray eyes, and a stray red curl. Brushing the baby's nose, she kissed baby's nose, she kissed her forehead.

The idea gripped her. Violette whispered a magic spell, the air becoming static as light filled the room. Lights filled the room for a moment, swirling with the baby's aura, before settling in. The aura pulsed, and shone brightly, covering the baby.

When the spell was cast, Violette checked the newborn's underarm.

There was a small mark etched onto the forearm of her skin. Closing her eyes, Violette whispered the releasing spell, the baby stirring a bit; and the monsters and demons cries escaped her mind.

And into the small child it went.

Placing a soft kiss on the baby's forehead, Violette set her down, smoothing out the wrinkle the baby pink blanket that had kept her swaddled in.

Taking a step back, Violette smiled softly-

"Excuse me? Nurse...Lillian?" A voice said from behind her.

Violette, or Lillian, turned around, giving her a bashful smile.

A real nurse stood there, in pink scrubs, a mask on her face, hands gloved. The woman, Abigail as it said on her I.D card, had green eyes, with thick lashes that were toned with mascara blinking at Lillian. Pale skin that had freckles over her nose and cheekbones, a strand of bleach blonde hair curled at her forehead. She had her hair tied back from her face, her figure slim.

"Dr. Walker needs to see you in E.R. All the other nurses are occupied at the moment. Whenever you're done doing...whatever it was you were doing in here, he needs you ASAP." she stated.

Before Lillian could respond, the intercom came to life, calling for Abigail to a different area to the hospital. Abigail sighed, turning on her heel, as she disappeared.

Lillian smiled faintly; she had done what she needed to do, and now it was time for her to leave.

Moments later, Violette was back outside of the hospital, in her true form. She walked slowly, as each steps made the joints in her hip creak, her hands shaking a bit.

It was bittersweet that she had finally found peace; right as she could feel herself slipping away.

She wasn't mad about it. In fact, she was overjoyed to know that not all her moments in this Earth had been filled with pain and sorrow. It was nice to know that there was a sun shining after the storm.

This time, there was no destination as Violette continued to walk. She was getting farther, and farther out from the city that she once called home. But that was temporary.

It was time for her to leave to her permanent home.

Finally at a stopping point, Violette looked around her; there were no buildings, no cars or streets as far as the eye could see. She watched the skies change in color, from a beautiful blue, to the pinks, and yellows, and other colors of the sky as day turned into night.

There was a shift that Violette could feel. Her body felt heavy, her spirit being freed from it's cage. Closing her eyes, she heard a soft thump, as her once body slipped down face forward onto the grass.

Violette stared down at her particles, shifting and moving gently. She felt lighter than she ever had before, and as she looked on, more light particles appeared, shifting into forms of her once living race.

They extended out their hands to her, and if Violette could cry, she would have. Her particles began to glow brighter, and brighter as her hands held theirs.

It was like a spark of lightning hitting them, the flash being so bright. There was no pain as Violette left with them, their particles shooting straight up into the sky, far from where they once were.

When the morning sun came up, a middle aged woman was the one who found Violette's body. As she called for an ambulance, and it rushed out to carry the elderly lady in hopes of reviving her, they placed her in the same hospital a small baby slept, a new purpose filling the powered child.

Although the story was over for one of them, another would carry on the legacy.

As the baby slept, a slight dust of particle lights surrounded her, forming into a mark, before solidifying, and dispersing into nothingness. The Mark of Protections.

A passing by nurses stopped and peeked in, alerted by the small light show. Noticing nothing wrong, she shrugged her shoulders, blaming it on the long shift for her brief hallucinations.

Stepping back out, and going back to her routing, Nurse Abigail was called into her boss's office as he laid it into her for not appearing when she was suppose to.