Angel sat on her bed of the room, packing her handgun in her small purple bag. As she packed, thoughts came into her mind.
She remembered that a old and wise White Wizard gave her Blast Powers to protect herself and others. It was a gift, because she helped the wizard who was hurt. He was dressed like a poor man.
The young girl grinned. Then she took a picture from her desk. When she looked at it, there were her parents... and her, as a little girl. The thought of losing her parents made her feel hurt badly.
Angel closed her eyes, as tears twinkled from her eyes.