Colour of Miraculous {mirxculouschxt}
I’m not the only one, I knew that, or at least that’s what the world believed. In actuality I was the only one, at least in this world. But to the world I was the same as them, a miraculous powered hero. It was going to stay that way, I was too far into this storm to go further or pull back.
It was a quiet night in Paris as these thoughts drifted through my head. Adorned in my loose white dress, mint tights, just below the knee white boots and mint and white lace mask I sighed. Lying on the ground looking up at the stars I traced my hands along the sparkly translucent mint wings that were splayed out under me. I thought I heard a call for help, but it must have been just a false alarm, or the others dealt with it. There was no point going home so quickly now, just looking at the stars and tracing patterns with my hand was enough to amuse me for a short while.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a black shadow, piercings green eyes being the only stand out feature I saw at this point.
