Name (Nickname):
Mitzi (Mitzi)

Species: Nephilim

Age: 5 years

Abilities:
Clairvoyance (ability to see human souls, angels, and demons);
Creation (ability to manipulate world through creation/destruction, similar to the ability of a god)

Flaws:
Youth; Innocence

"That little creepy girl;
Oh, she loves to sing.
She has a little gift,
An amazing thing."


She was her mother's little angel. She never cried, never made a mess, and never misbehaved. She ate all her food, and picked up her own toys. She was sweet, caring, and happy... she was a true angel.

Maybe that was why her mother chose to ignore the canned peas that came up missing from the cupboard or the expensive dolls that appeared from thin air. She didn't think about how when her daughter had finally started talking, her first word had not been "mama", but instead "wings!". She even forgot about the times she had stumbled past her daughter's nursery in the middle of the night, only to hear the ruffling of feathers mixed in with the child's high-pitched squeals of joy.

While everyone in their small town wondered who the child's father was, the mother wondered the most. She would never fully realize what it was her daughter was, not until it was too late. All it took was for the little girl to decide she didn't want a mother anymore, before her mother would disappear just as cleanly as the missing peas.