No Such Thing as Super-Heroes

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There is someone in her forest.

Flynn runs her hand over her creature's back, and then sends it fluttering away into the trees with a flick of her wrist.


Her first creation, her guardian, lets out a small growl.
"I know," Flynn says.
"Go. Get rid of them."

It slinks into the forest, feline features molded from broken glass.
It quickly vanishes from site and Flynn pushes down a flash of loneliness.

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"True... but it doesn't sounds like a bad idea," Henry raises his hands "and my sensing has range so I don't have to give long awkward handshakes."

"Do you think Aunt Ann-?" Gabe started "nah, she didn't."

"I am wouldn't mind checking," Henry says with a shrug "Also... maybe they have powers but they never managed to use it somehow? You were in a very stressful situation when yours manifested, right?" Henry asks Flynn.

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Flynn slowly nods.

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"Sorry for poking at that," Henry says "but that might be relevant. Maybe some people have the potential and they never manifest it because they never are in the right situation... Or maybe I am completely wrong. I won't pretend that I know more than I do, but it is a hypothesis."

"You nerd," Gabe says fondly.