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"Keep her here," the woman with long chocolate hair nodded as she held onto the small child who could be in appearance no more than five years old. Her dress offered no protection against the weather that seemed to be growing more vicious as the moments strolled on. The small girls blue eyes scanned the man with curiosity, she did not come to understand why she was here or what was happening. She had only briefly heard "Chuck" as they call him here tell the woman, Aaliyah, that the young girl's life was in immediate danger if she was not hidden. The young Christina squeezed her eyes shut attempting to keep the wind from hurting them anymore. Earth was not too friendly with snow storms.
"No one will find her?" The woman examined the top of the girls head then placing her hand against the small of the girl's back and drawing her slightly closer. The man shook his scruffy red beard in dissent and adjusted his green coat. Christina was starting to question why she could not help alongside the fighting. Was she too young to understand? Did "Chuck" not believe in her ability to make logical decisions? Why was her father leaving her there? All of this began to overpower her young mind.
What Christina didn't understand was this was for her own well-being and the well-being of the future. You see, "Chuck" knew Christina would be a useful ally to the team Free Will within the next couple years, he had written it. He just needed her to grasp how to make logical decisions and most importantly how to care for others much of which he often found that human compassion made easier to teach. "My child, I have kept her powers hidden from the others. Raise her to believe she is human until I have returned, can you?" He asked with a beaming smile. Aaliyah nodded softly as she picked up the small dark-haired girl who opened her mouth to speak.
"Father?" She was unsure of really what to ask but she felt the need to question many things. The last she had seen father had just previously rebuilt an Angel whose name for the moment she could not recall even though she felt it of utter importance. She could almost remember a face, almost remember something "Chuck" said to her.
"When the time comes you will recall this all Christina. Until then, be good for your mother," the man walked up to the small girl placing two fingers on her head. Christina's mind seemed to burn as sleep was repeated to her over and over, like that, She was out. "She will not remember me, thank you, Aaliyah. Be raised well Angel," and with a distancing flutter, he vanished. Aaliyah brought the small girl into the well-lit 2 bedroom house in Lafayette Indiana, she was safe here at least for now.