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This wasn't supposed to happen.
That's all she can think as she watches her beautiful Mini run around in circles across the clouds. Her daughter was supposed to be an adult, or at the very least a teenager. But now, she was reduced to the body and mind of a five year old.
I should have been there sooner. I could have protected her.
Well, there was nothing to do now but find a place for Mini to grow into her powers. Preferably safely.
And she knew just the place.
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Several hundred miles below, by a campfire on an island in New York, a redheaded girl starts spewing green smoke from her mouth.
A new power has risen,
A new child is born.
Crushed by rage,
Saved by a daughter of The Storm.
The smallest light will show the change,
Eight eyes above to guide her way.