I keep running away. I started that night and never really stopped. Running's the easy way. Just take off as soon as I get a hunch or a warning or even just a bad feeling, and leave it all behind, streets and people and whatever my power's decided to do now to ruin things. If I'm lucky, I'll be gone before anyone figures out who to blame. If I'm really lucky, I'll be gone before someone else notices the mess. It never happens the same way twice, but after a while you tend to see the patterns.

When I can't run, I fly. Flying's one of the few- alright, one of the several- things I don't wish I'd never gotten out of this. There isn't a feeling in the world like it, and it just feels so right to run and then leap and not come back down and just let my wings carry me up and away. You feel light, untouchable, and sometimes it's like the wings are singing to you as they move and the air flows over them. They even look beautiful like that. Could even be true. Wouldn't be the strangest thing I've seen since it happens.

 When I can't fly, I hide, as much as I can with these damned wings sounding like a wind chime ran into a music box every time I flap them. The magic helps but it only goes so far, especially if it's one of those girls with special vision of their own. Even without snags like that, it all goes wrong eventually. Whether it's the illusion or the magic or just...me, sooner or later, someone'll notice, and none of the costumes in the world'll stop that from happening. Believe me, I've tried that.

When you start getting looks, you start getting nervous. Wondering. I'm more used to it now, but back when I started? You look right back at everyone, wondering if they know. If they're calling friends, or making plans. God help you if you're being chased by one of those bitches with instant magic transformation and you don't have my kind of luck. What kills you is when you start thinking too much. Seeing a hunter in every face and look. Then you get worried. Make mistakes. Do something stupid. Which just gets more attention, and the whole thing collapses on top of it, and it's right back to running before things get even worse.

When all that doesn't work? I fight. The first girl was six hours aftr it happened. Six hours. I slagged her weapon after the worst half hour of my life and ran off after seeing she was alive. That was my first mistake. I didn't tie her up, or zap her to slow her down.

She caught up to me when I'd finally gotten some sleep the next morning and tried to give me a tracheotomy by machete. If it hadn't been for Eythor, I wouldn't be talking about it right now. That was how I found out about the rest of what I could do. Barriers. Healing. Some other party tricks I might tell you about later if we're still friends.

What happened to her? I'm still here. She's not. What do you think?

Oh? I'm Moira. Nice to meet you, don't cause trouble and we'll get on just fine. Just don't stay too long unless you like a little piece of your own personal hell following you around. We'll be friends for a while and then go our separate ways, but that doesn't mean we can't get on in the meantime. Got it?