I spent my days, flying, wandering about.

I was bored, and there were no criminals found; not now; not that I knew of.

I was perched on top of a building, a coffee shop.

I saw him.

He an ordinary man, one with braided dark hair and a white t-shirt and jeans. There was some charm, or from what I gather, grace from his gait.

I fell in love. I didn’t know who this man was. But as my thoughts continued, he went inside the coffee shop.

He was about my age, 19 years old, or looked to be anyway.

But still, I can not be with him. And yet I needed to know who he was. He was probably some man taking a trip from the Navajo Rez nearby.

There were a lot of people that take trips here from the Navajo Rez, I thought to myself as I raked my fingers through my coarse dark brown curly hair, putting it up into a puffy tail upon my head.

I looked at the sky. It was getting late, and my roommate was probably dying to know where I was.

I faded into the darkness and flew home.

There was no way I was going to be with that guy, to get to know him, I would scare him, knowing that I am the Mistress of Shadows.

Everyday I would wait, same time, perched upon that same building.

And everyday, he wasn’t there.

Great, I tell myself. I lost him.

I was just about to give up.

Until one day he came back. I nearly jumped in down in glee, but remained composed.

What was I going to do. I can’t lose him. I said this to myself again. Surely, I had to do something.

I faded into the shadows, zipping through the shadow realm until I found myself in the alleyway between the coffee shop and the gym, now in ‘normal people’ clothes.

I rubbed my left arm with my right.

What if? I thought to myself. What if he will hate me?

I thought back at the days of elementary school, where I nearly killed a bully with darklings. I remember the days where every single kid called me a monster because I was blessed with a gift, one which seemingly was blessed upon me from Hades. I was so hated that I couldn’t take the loneliness and begged mom to homeschool me, which she did.

A tear rolled down my cheek, which I brushed away.

And I took a deep breath.

I can do this. I told myself.

“....Hey! Give it back!” A man yelled to my left. “Come back here.”

My ears inch towards the sound. I saw a man run away, one which was dressed in dark clothing.

And I zipped into twilight, and faded into existence, pushing the stranger down with such force that knocked him into the road, it wasn’t the man that caught my attention, but the stranger, one which burgled the man and stole their wallet.

By the time the man tried to push me off, several people came and pulled me off of him.

“Y-Your the Mistress. The Mistress of Darkness... What’s her name... Shadows.” A man smiled at me from the crowd. He had a toothy grin, and I grinned back, before swiping his wallet off the ground and handed it to him, and another handed him the phone.

The burglar was pinned to the ground by a strong man with dark skin, while another dialed 911.

“Yes, I am.” I said, though a little uneasiness jolted through me.

“That is so cool. Can I have your number?”

He handed me a thing of sticky notes, several of which were covered in coffee stains.

“Yes.” I said. “Call me anytime.”

I with a shaken hand wrote down my number and handed it back to him.