She sat there at the park silently, watching the sun set amidst the tall buildings and skyscrapers that surrounded her. Twilight will be over in about an hour and soon darkness will set in. The sky was shining bright red like a warning sign. In this city, it was a pretty serious warning.
She checked her watch. It was almost six. At least she finished all her homework for tomorrow, so she had nothing to worry about for the time being. Not like she worried about anything. She wasn’t afraid of people, and she wasn’t going to be afraid of the dark. Not anymore. Many scolded her about her attitude, but she didn’t care. The moment they compared her to everyone else they had judged her wrong. They were too ordinary; ignorant of everything around them, unable to see the truth. But she not only grasped the truth, she wielded it.
The passersby appeared to avoid her as they walked. It wasn’t every day they would see a sixteen-year-old girl with a graphic tattoo of a hammer on her left forearm. Yet that was enough for them to turn away. Apart from that, she looked like a regular girl, with regular looks who went to a regular school and had a regular family living in a regular house.
The streets got more visibly abandoned as the darkness settled in. The streetlights came on now, and she neatly placed her schoolbag next to her on the bench. A sound in the corner of her eye caught her attention. The sound of crying? She thought to herself. She walked around in the dusk of the park when she found the child standing next to the fountain. She appeared to be around seven, and had her head buried, tears streaming down her face.
“What’s wrong?” The youth asked her.
“I lost my momma and daddy.” She replied in between sobs. “Now I won’t get out of the dark!”
A wave of compassion fell over the youth, and she knelt down and patted her on the head, slightly ruffling her hair.
“Don’t worry.” She said with a smile. “I’m here. I’ll protect you.”
The girl stopped crying. “Really? But no one can survive the dark.”
“I can.” The older girl showed the tattoo on her forearm. “Just stand close to me and watch.” She paused for a moment. “What’s your name?”
“Lilly.” She said, doing her best to smile. “What about yours?”
The youth grinned at her cheerfully. “It’s Solomia. But you can call me Solo.”
Their smiles disappeared as the ground began trembling slightly. They were coming, Solo thought. Lilly closed her eyes and covered her face, ready to cry again.
“Don’t worry.” She opened them again and saw Solo staring at her, smiling. Her irises, a distinct hazel color, suddenly flashed a bright yellow, and there seemed to be a spark dancing from them. “I’ll take care of you. You will be safe.”
It was completely dark now, Lilly noticed. Yet the streetlights were glowing stronger. She looked and was surprised to see Solo standing straight, facing the darkness. The shadows suddenly twitched and moved with a mind of their own, and rose into the air into the form of a large creature, with large round white eyes and a hulk-like humanoid figure. It gave off a spine-chilling roar at Solo, who stood unflinching. To Lilly’s shock, Solo herself was glowing slightly. A concentration of electricity moved around her left hand until it formed into a bright sword, completely made of light and electricity. Solo sprang straight towards the creature and erased it in one slice, her sword leaving a trail of light in the air where she swung it. She was amazingly fast, probably beyond normal human capabilities. Solo dashed back to Lilly’s side and smiled at her again as dozens more of those creatures began surfacing from the shadows. She changed the light that made her sword into the shape of a large hammer.
“Don’t worry.” She said again, ruffling Lilly’s hair. “I’ll bring you home safe.”