Only certain people have the rare ability to see what most are either too afraid or too unwilling to notice. Very few of these special people can do anything about these unseen creatures. Yet, here I was. Speeding down the sidewalk, not bothering to look back to see if anything was following. Nor paying attention to the other pedestrians who shot me funny looks or the cars that skidded to avoid me. Both groups occasionally shouting obscenities at me.

Eventually, I had found myself in a large forest. Tall trees gathered close together so tightly they appeared as one. The trees almost seeming to create a large dome around the pond, which shimmered a pretty blue-violet color thanks to the glow of the crystal suspended above it.

And it was this crystal that the old women had said would grant me power. Power to do something good with my 'gift'; to save my brother and othersfrom the unseen.

Pulling my arm away from my side I nearly had it outstretched towards the crystal, it's surface almost beginning to pulse, it's glow becoming brighter. Until, suddenly a wispy black figure appeared. It's body becoming more corporeal as the crystal's light died down. The figure morphing into that of a tan woman with inhuman golden eyes that almost seemed to burn my own as she glared down at me.

"Don't you dare," the taller female, likely one of 'The Shadows' the old woman had mentioned, growled out. Her words seeming more of a warning than anything else.

Stumbling back, I looked behind the female to the crystal. My gaze shifting between it and her. And then I ran forward, the female almost seeming shocked by my actions as she helplessly watched me run into the water.

Both the crystal and pond beginning to glow as the pulsing began. Then a strange whisper filled the area. One that was distinctively different - no, more like opposite of the cold and harsh tone of the now praying Shadow. Yet, both were incomprehensible, likely a language unknown to me.

Pushing the thought of it away, I rose my hand towards the crystal. My eyes widening as two large blasts resonated through the area. One shooting upwards, cutting threw the top of the dome-like canopy like butter. While the other came from the side closest to me. Blasting me all the way back towards the Shadow.

Instantly she crouched at my side. Muttering in that strange language as a black brand was emblazed across my palm. Almost like a cat's paw print.

"You shouldn't have done that," she helped me up, her eyes still boring down into my own, however quickly shifted to the black mist pouring from the crystal. Shaping itself into the form of a silver-blue feline. The beast letting out a deep gravelly roar that sounded both angered and pained.

At that moment I realized that she was right. I really shouldn't have done that.