Looking for a Story

Lilly was always more than ready for a challenge during her work day. An impossible deadline? She's got you. Need help with a computer problem even the tech team can’t solve? Let her take a crack at it. Once 5 o'clock hit, she was done. She was off the clock. She was going home and checking out until the next day. One night, everything changed. When she went to sleep, she didn't just wake up to her alarm - she woke up in a dream. She never dreamed, yet here she was, in a dream world. "Welcome, Chosen One." A man in a shining robe smiled at her. "Yeah, no." Lilly turned around and tried to find her way out of the place. If the books she read taught her anything, the chosen ones were teenagers with attitudes and energy. Not office ladies in their thirties. "Wait, please. I need your help." The man didn't sound nearly as powerful as he did a minute earlier. She kept her distance but turned around to face him. "My help?" "Yes! Your help. You are a determined problem solver, and I can't fix this problem." He looked at her, pleading. "Where even am I?" She looked around; this didn't seem like what she remembered dreams being like. "This is the host of all dreams. I keep dreams from going haywire. Keep nightmares from getting too strong, things like that. But I don't do it alone." He gestured toward the sky beside him and scenes flying past of different people entering dreams and helping others free themselves from nightmares. "They are the Dream Guardians." "And you want me to join this dream force?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you are so good at what you do, you would be a great member of the team!" The man got excited. "Yeah, but I get paid to do that during the day. What would I get out of doing it at night? And will I be exhausted in the morning?" She walked closer. "No! It's all in your dreams, you are still sleeping soundly. And you get the satisfaction of helping someone else." He held out the sword for her to take. "One dream. I will look at this one dream. That's it." She took the sword and it glowed in her hand. "I knew you were the Chosen One!" He smiled and opened a portal to a dream. She shook her head and walked in. She found nothing but darkness, her sword glow showing her nothing more than darkness. This is the dream - or rather, nightmare - I need to deal with? She looked around and continued to walk, trying to find someone or something. Then she heard someone crying and walked toward the sound. Then she found a little kid curled up; when he saw her glowing sword he seemed to panic more. “Oh, I guess you're right - that would be scary.” She sheathed the sword. “Is that better?” He nodded. “Oh good. What’s happening here?” He pointed to the distance; she looked to where he was pointing but she couldn’t see anything. She walked in that direction. He ran and grabbed her hand. “No!” Just as she stopped, red eyes came charging at them. She quickly threw up her sword and the monster shrieked and cowered back away from the light. “What was that thing?” She turned to the little boy. “I don’t know. It’s been coming after me for weeks!” He gripped her arm. “Weeks? You poor kid.” They moved farther away from the monster, and Lilly set her sword between them to give them some light. “What have the other Guardians tried?” “I’ve told my parents, I’ve gotten a nightlight, we even tried a monster spray and nothing changed - it’s still here!” The panic could be heard in his voice. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. We will figure something out. I always solve problems. It’s what I do.” She looked around. “You understand that this is a dream, right?” He nodded. “What if you imagine you’re somewhere else?” He looked around. “But it’s so scary.” Okay, imagining his way out isn’t an option. He has to beat this monster to move on. She was pulled from the dream before she could come up with anything else. She woke up thinking about this boy's dream - how could he fight off the dragon? It took up all of her spare time. But she thought she had come up with a plan. She went to bed early that night, thinking the kid might have an earlier bedtime than she; she could easily find things to do in the morning if she woke up too early. Once she was asleep, she was back in the host of all dreams. She didn’t give the man time to speak. “Give me another sword.” He didn’t argue and handed her another sword. And she entered the portal and quickly found the kid. “Here.” She held it out to him. “What’s this for?” He took it uneasily. “I’m going to teach you how to beat this monster because this is your dream and you get to be your own hero.” She stood beside him. “What if I can’t win?” The boy looked at the sword. “I’ll help you win.” She smiled and they started just by getting used to moving the sword around and feeling the weight of the sword as they moved. They spent the week training and practising their fighting stances. Lilly even looked up videos online to learn some techniques. Soon the kid was ready - he was more confident and his dark dream wasn’t as dark. And if Lilly and the boy had stopped to look, the monster wasn’t all that big anymore. Lilly entered his dream once more. “Ya ready to reclaim your dream, kid? Woah! What happened?” Lilly looked around - the world was no longer dark but was bright and full of life. “When I came in, the monster was blocking my way to my hiding spot so I reminded it who was in charge and made it leave.” He stood tall and looked like a hero. “I’m so proud of you, kid!” She high-fived him. “What ya gonna do now?” “I’m gonna go be a hero! Thanks for all your help!” He ran off, sword in hand. Lilly stood and watched for a moment, then stepped back to the host of dreams. “Well?” The man looked at her. “Well, what?” She smirked. “That kid’s dream isn’t the only tough case we have.” He opened another portal. She rolled her eyes. “I want one night off a week, ya hear?” She stepped toward the portal. “You got it!” He called as she stepped into another ‘unbeatable’ dream.

Lightning Man stood watching the young heroes fight. They didn't need him anymore. He was in his 50s, after all. He couldn't jump from building to building anymore. He just slowed the teens down. He was hardly even a mentor to them. He had no desire to join the Legion's leadership team. He simply would retire from crime fighting and maybe even from his day job. Maybe he and his wife could finally take that vacation they'd been dreaming of. He would simply announce to the press today that he was done. Turn in his costume and disappear into civilian life. Elizabeth would be happy about that. Though she will have wished he told her about it first. He'd simply explain it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Soon the fight ended and the press swarmed like always. The talents fielded quite a few questions with ease. Just as the press turned to leave, Lightning Man reached out his hand. "I have something I would like to say." All eyes focused on him; he was usually silent during these interviews. "I think it's clear to everyone here that I am no longer a necessity to this team. These young heroes have got it figured out and I will only slow them down as I get older. So today I am hanging up the costume and will no longer be fighting crime in this way." Questions swirled. "Who will take your place?" "Will you reveal your identity to us?" "What will you do now?" And so many more. He lifted his hands and quieted the frenzy of press. "The Legion will decide if anyone needs to take my place. You know retired heroes never share their identities. I am going to enjoy my retirement with my wife. No further questions, thank you." He and the young heroes returned to headquarters. "You should have given us a warning! " said the head counsellor of the Legion as soon as they were inside the tower. "You had as much warning as I did." Lightning Man shrugged. "I knew there was no point in my continuing to fight." "What about our training?" Electra, another electric-based hero, asked. Lighting Man looked at the Legion members and raised an eyebrow. The leader sighed. "All retired heroes are allowed to return to train, but they, like you, must keep their civilian identities a secret." "I don't think you need more training Electra, but I'll take a trainer identity and if you need me again, the Legion will call me." He gave her a small smile. She gave him a quick hug. "I'll miss you." He wasn't sure what Electra's life was like outside of costume, whether she had a good life or not, but he knew that their bond, being the only two members who used electric-based powers, had always made them a bit of a duo. He might even be a father figure for her. He was never sure, but he placed a hand on her shoulder. "And I you." He left the tower, new ID card in hand, and headed home. Elizabeth was waiting at the door when he got home. "Thanks for the warning, Richard." She smiled softly and pulled him into a hug. "You had about as much as I did." He teased. "I wondered if it was more of a spur-of-the-moment decision." She touched his face. "So what now?" "I think I'll retire from work and we can travel like we always wanted." He kissed her hand. "That would be lovely, my dear." She led him to their couch. He placed a hand on her knee. "You gave up so much for me so that I could live my dream. It's time you get yours. Name the place you want to travel to and we will go there first." "I get time to think about it, right?" She giggled. "As much time as you need." They sat together, talking about all the things they would do or could do with their newfound freedom. A few days later, while they were walking home from the local farmers market, an explosion erupted and they quickly took cover under some debris. "I've never been on this side of it," Richard whispered to Elizabeth. "And I've never had you by my side during one of these battles." She held onto him tightly like he was going to run into battle like a fool. He placed a hand atop hers. "I'm not going anywhere." He watched from beneath their spot under the rubble and saw the heroes fight; they were doing so well. However, this foe was strong. He sent shock waves at the heroes, sending them back into buildings. Richard was sure the young heroes would have bruises when this fight was over. It didn't take Richard long to figure out how to take the villain down; he was using the electrical current that ran through the city to power his shock waves. A little extra power might just stun the villain. He placed a hand on Elizabeth's back. "I have to help them." "No! You're not in costume!" Her grip tightened. He placed a hand on the ground. "I told you I'm not going anywhere." He closed his eyes and channelled his energy from his hand into the pavement, creating a blue line through the pavement. "Oh!" He heard Electra call out. She dove to the ground and sent her own current through the ground. Once both currents reached the villain, he fell backwards with a loud thump. The other heroes quickly captured him. Electra looked over in his direction as if trying to see where the power came from. Richard quickly curled around Elizabeth, trying to look like a worried civilian. Once the fight was over, Electra came and lifted the rubble off of them. "Are you two alright?" she asked, helping Elizabeth up. "Yes, I believe we are. Thank you." She then offered a hand to Richard. "Yes, thank you, Miss." There was a slight static shock between them as their hands met. "Shocking," he joked. Electra raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, quite." She glanced at him one more time, then left for Headquarters. Elizabeth looked at him. "You can't do that every time, you know. It will defeat the point of retirement." "I know, but if I can help without exposing myself, I will. Besides, we both know heroes never really retire." He gave her a dazzling smile. "I will always fight for the greater good - you knew that when I married you." She rolled her eyes. "I just didn't think it would last this long. You're still taking me on a long vacation." "Anywhere you want, dear. You deserve it." They watched as the clean-up crew from the Legion arrived and then headed on their way.

Hey, Ruby still game for date? Hi Kyle! Absolutely! Dinner on Tenth, Right? Yep! Reservations at 6:30! Perfect! See you then! Kyle sent a smiley face - a sign that their conversion was over. Ruby set her phone down; her lunch break was almost over. She made it back to her desk with a few minutes to spare. She hoped the afternoon would go quickly. She had just put the finishing touches on a project that they had due on Monday when her boss appeared beside her. “Ruby.” “This can’t be good. You never make midday visits.” She tried to be cheerful. “The client made a ‘vibe’ change.” Ruby suppressed a laugh; her boss could not deal with the constant change of slang. He handed her a stack of papers. Ruby’s eyes widened. “This will require a whole new presentation.” She paused. “By Monday?” He nodded. “Can you stay late? You’ll get overtime, and maybe I can talk to the higher-ups about an extra day off.” Ruby looked over at her phone and sighed. “Yeah, I’ll make it work.” “You’re amazing, Ruby!” He dashed off to see who else on the team could stay late. She picked up her phone. Kyle, I have bad news. Oh no! What’s up? Boss needs me to stay late. The client made a complete design overhaul. I’m so sorry! Hey no stress. Life happens. I’ll rebook, next week? That would be great! Maybe we can grab brunch tomorrow? Ah no can do, hiking with the boys. Oh right, I forgot! Well, have fun! Take pictures! You sound like my mom 😉 Well, she’s right! Okay got to get back to work. Bye! Ruby worked until dinner and just realized then that she didn’t have food. It would take another hour for food to get here, with evening traffic. She sighed and pulled out her phone. She was trying to decide what sounded good when her boss appeared. “Hey Ruby, you have a delivery?” He handed her a takeout bag and a small bouquet of flowers. “Oh!” She was surprised; had Kyle….? “Did I make you miss a date?” her boss teased, and Ruby made eye contact with him. “Oh shoot! I did. Ruby, I’m so sorry!” “Don’t stress, he clearly understood.” Her boss saluted and went back to work. Ruby ate while she worked and soon was done for the day. I survived! Thanks for the food and flowers! No problem! I figured you’d get busy and need food. And the flowers?” Pretty girls deserve pretty flowers. Smooth. I’m kinda craving ice cream… Join me for a late-night treat? You tempt me. That’s the point…. Do you really want to go two weeks without seeing me? … 🙂 Name the place. The shop on 3rd is open late. See you in 15! They got their frozen treats and went for a moonlit stroll. “Dinner meant a lot to me, Kyle. She grinned. “I wanted to help you.” He shrugged and disposed of their trash in a nearby bin. “Did you get it done?” “Just. It better go well.” She took his hand. “It’s late, and you have a big weekend ahead of you. We should head home.” He nodded, walked her to her car and kissed her cheek. “I look forward to our date next week.” He stayed close. Ruby didn’t move away either; she took his other hand. She didn’t want the night to end. They stood there, holding each other's hands. Then his phone rang and they both jumped back and laughed. He pulled himself together and answered. “Hello? Hey dude! Yeah no, I’m just leaving my date now. Yeah, it was amazing!” He winked at Ruby and mouthed goodbye. Rudy waved good night and giggled. Throughout that weekend, he sent her pictures of the trip, making her smile to herself.. On Monday, he texted to confirm. Okay this Friday 7:00, I’ll pick you up! Okay! 🙂 Rudy worked through her work week, looking forward to her evening with Kyle. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. She’d find herself smiling for a reason. Soon it was Friday; she was absolutely giddy. She told her boss there was no way she was staying late, and he vowed it wouldn’t happen. She was just about to head home when Kyle sent her a text. So bad news. Oh no! I have to work late, no one can get here to cover the night shift for at least a few hours. Oh. Well, now we’re even! 😊 I am sorry you have to work late though! Me too. My night shift counterpart is out sick and the only person who can cover is an hour away. 🙁 I know… Oh somebody needs help, I’ll text you later! Rubys felt her face fall; this date felt doomed. But she could return the favour. She ordered him dinner and sent it to his workplace. She looked at the flowers he had sent her last week. She could send him some too, but he shared a workstation at work. So she asked if the staff could add a note to the order form. Then she headed home. She reheated leftovers, put on some cozy clothes and started her favourite show. YOU BOUGHT ME DINNER! Seriously that was so sweet! Thank you. You’re welcome 🙂 It’s been a lifesaver. Oh, the night shift just got here, ice cream? But I’m comfy… I went out last week… True… I could bring it to you? If that’s okay with you. Ruby paused. He’d never been here before. They’d been going out for a month. Did she want him here? It beat walking in the cold… Sure. But I’m already settled in. Watching my show. Ice cream and a movie? Sure! Be there within the hour! She giggled, then stood to tidy up just a bit - didn’t need him to think she was a slob. She’d just put the last thing away when he knocked. “Hey! I got you mint chocolate. You said you really liked it a few weeks ago.” “One of my favourites!” She took it happily, then gestured to the couch. He sat first, and she sat next to him. “Is this okay?” “Yes.” He went to put his arm around her. “Is this?” “Yes.” She relaxed into his arms. “I think we need to pick a new restaurant.” She giggled. “You’re not wrong. I just kept hoping I could take you there to ask.” Kyle's voice trailed off, like he’d said too much. “Ask me what?” Ruby tilted her head up to look at him. “To ask you…” he took a breath, “...to officially be my girlfriend?” Ruby blushed. “I’d like that.” “You would?” Ruby let out a laugh. “Yes!” Then she got shy. “I was hoping you’d ask. If you didn’t soon, I was gonna beat you to the punch.” He kissed the top of her head. “Where should we attempt to eat next Friday?” Ruby held up her dish of ice cream. “The ice cream shop?” They both laughed.

No matter how many blankets they give me, I still feel cold. My daughter makes me tea every time she comes to visit. The tea helps, but I just want to sleep or go home. My daughter tricks herself into believing I mean the old house. But I mean home. We don’t talk about that. We talk about how my grandkids and great-grandbabies are doing. When she is coming to visit again. When her baby brother is coming to see me next - he never married so he often goes on crazy adventures. This month he’s off snowboarding on some mountain. I can’t remember. His sister finds it irresponsible; I remind her that I don't want either of their lives to stop because of me. She always shakes her head but drops the issue. She reads to me; my youngest grandbaby wrote a book, so she’s been reading it to me. That kid sure can write. My eyes grow heavy, so she ends her visit. Her visit was nice today, but I am so tired. I close my eyes, it feels like just a moment. But there is a gentle tap on my shoulder - it must be the night nurse making sure I eat something. I slowly open my eyes. But it’s not the night nurse, it’s a man. He’s wearing a hood that hides his face. “Have you come to take me away?” I ask tiredly. “Not yet, kind lady. But I do bring you a gift.” He extends his hand to me. “My body isn’t young. I don’t move like I used to.” I don’t move. “Tonight you will. Choose a day and we will go and relive it.” “Any day?” I look at him; there had to be rules. “Yep, wedding day, high school grad, the day you knew your family was complete. It doesn’t matter to me. I just take you to it.” I look at the roof…a day I’d want to relive. I had so many amazing days. How could I pick just one? Right now, all I want though…all I want is to sleep. Then a day comes to mind. I take his hand. The room gets really bright. I wince against the light, but when it fades, we’re standing on a beach. One I took the kids to when they were growing up. I came here as a young adult. It was my favourite place. “I haven’t been here in so long.” I lowered myself to the ground and noticed that, for the first time in a long time, it didn’t hurt. I look at my hands - they’re not wrinkled! I touch my face - it’s smooth to the touch. I’m young again! “So, did you get engaged here, or have a special moment with one of your kids?” the man in the robe asks. “He proposed to me in a small cafe and, while I had many amazing moments with my kids here, this day is none of them.” I lie back, soaking up the sun. “Then when is this?” he asks, still confused. “Just a time when I was young and had no worries. I had summer afternoons to spend in the sun.” I close my eyes and listen to the water hit the shore. “Really?” He sits down next to me. “I don’t think anyone has asked for something so simple before.” “I have been stuck in the room. I can’t go with my kids to the beach, I can’t go on adventures anymore. So why not relive one of my last days of freedom?” I smile and enjoy the simple pleasure. He looks around. “It is nice. It’s very calm.” I sigh. “Yes, it is.” After some time I look over at him. “Can you swim?” He seems taken aback. “Yes, yes I can.” “Good.” I smile and take off for the water. It feels so good to run. I haven’t run in years. I throw my head back and laugh. He takes a moment and then runs after me. We hit the water and the cool droplets splash against my face. I haven't felt this free in years. I float on my back, enjoying the weightless feeling. “I missed this. I used to do this every summer.” “I can see why this is nice.” I swim around until my body is tired. We get out of the water, then I dry off and look to my guide. “Do we have to leave, or do we have time for one more thing?” He looks at his pocket watch. “We have time.” I feel my face beam. I led him to the ice cream shop. “They have the best sundaes.” I buy him one and we sit on a picnic bench. “Oh, this is just as good as I remember.” “I’m glad you have enjoyed your time here.” He looks down. “But it’s time to go?” I finish for him. “I understand, thank you for this.” I take his hand again and the light blinds us once more. When the light fades, I’m back in my room and the nurse is coming in with dinner. We chat for a bit, and I tell her about this day I just remembered. She listens like the gem she is. She even promised me that she would book a trip for herself just like I did. I hope she does. As she leaves the room, my son calls me. “Hey Mom!” “Hello Dear, were your adventures amazing today?” “You know it, Mom! But one of my buddies got hurt so I’m gonna come home early with him. So I’ll visit you real soon!” “I’m sorry for your friend, but I’ll enjoy seeing you.” “Me too, Mom.” When he arrives, we talk till I start to fall asleep. As he shares stories of his day, I am so grateful he has his own amazing memories.

Reginald and Arthur sat in their favourite coffee shop for their yearly visit. They met other times as well, but here at the shop they didn't have to hide who they were. Because this coffee spot was for those immortals who walk among us. They could talk openly about all the lives they'd lived. The people they'd lost. Arthur drank his coffee and leaned into Reginald. "So how did Debs take the news?" Reginald looked away. "Reggie! You haven't told her yet?" "No," he whispered. "Dude, really? You have to... You’re getting close to 45, she’s gonna notice you're not aging like her!" Arthur lectured. "I know, I know." Reggie sank down in his seat. "I just can't." Arthur’s face softened. "Reg, I haven't seen you put it off this long since you married that princess." Reggie smiled. “I guess Debbie reminds me of her." Reggie's mind wandered back to his princess Evangeline. He hadn't thought of her intentionally since he met Debbie. If he thought hard enough, he could see her dancing through the castle halls, could hear her laugh with children. His children... All of his children were gone, and he had yet to pass on his gift - or curse, depending on whom you asked. Arthur had a daughter; they often got together. His daughter's mother had been his last wife, and Arthur couldn’t bear the loss of another love. But Reggie - he only had Arthur. With Evangeline, at a certain point, they had pretended he was too ill to be seen in public. It wasn't easy but doable. Eventually, they let the kids in on the truth. Watching Evangeline fade away to nothing was so painful. He left the Kingdom at night and would sneak out to see his kids; he even got to meet his grandchildren. Yet not as their grandparent, but as friend of the king or princess. Modern medicine made being immortal so much more difficult. Almost every ailment could be cured, and with face ID and scanners, immortals were getting harder and harder to hide. Sure, they had people to help with that, but it was a challenge. Reggie and Arthur had both taken a break from marriage - not quite swearing it off, but not seeking it out. The pain of loss was just too much. Until Reggie met Debbie. She was perfect, kind, caring, loving, and just the most amazing woman. He'd married her without too much thought. He was in love, hopelessly in love with her. "It's gonna crush her, Art... She's dreamed of growing old together. And I hid that from her." Arthur sighed. "You were able to explain it to Evengline and you helped her rule a Kingdom. Debbie may be livid with you, but she also may choose to forgive you and to keep loving you." “I know... You understand I will need to stay with you if she’s mad, right?" Arthur laughed. "You're always welcome." The men finished their coffee and shared a hug. “You got this, man. Debbie might just be surprised." Arthur tossed some cash on the table for the drinks. "Yeah, she might." The men headed to their cars and drove home. When Reggie got home, he found Debbie in the kitchen tidying things up. "Hey Love, I made cake!" Her smile could make him melt. "Any reason?" He could deal with this in a moment. "Cathy gave me her recipe. And I couldn't wait to try it out!" She beamed. "I'm sure it will be even better when you make it." He wrapped his arms around her and just held her. "Love? Are you alright?" She reached up and touched his face. "No my dear, I'm not. I have something I need to share with you." He pulled them toward the couch. It was time to stop hiding.

At night I walk, lighting the lamps for all those who need to find their way home. Tired mine workers, those who work late at the factory, and the occasional office men delaying their arrival home. I love seeing my city at dusk, the colours against the harsh city line. That might be why I took this job. And most nights I don't run into many people. Most are at home having dinner with their families or waiting to go home till it's too late. As the sun dips low in the sky, day giving way to night and I nearing the end of my route, I see her. A young lady trying too hard to blend in. Even her simplest clothes make these folks’ church clothes look like rags. I say nothing. She sees me and pulls her hood tight around her face. I make work of looking busy but stay close by. She'd be an easy target for pickpockets and scammers. I notice she is holding a paper tightly. Most likely it’s an address. With what? I wonder. Instructions? A love note? An invitation? She wouldn't be the first young lady I have seen slip to a party with her friends, finding the factory workers and miners better company than the businessmen who call on them. She seems anxious - most likely not here with her parents’ approval. I wonder if I should say something. I don't get the chance. A carriage pulls up, and she breathes out a sigh of relief. She straightens up and slips into the carriage. I can only hope I did the right thing by saying nothing. Over the next few days when I get to that spot, I wonder what happened to her. But eventually, I forgot about the young lady. Then after a month, she is back. Holding another note, still overdressed, but looking more relaxed. I say nothing but stay nearby, busying myself with cleaning the street by the lamppost. I look at her closely - definitely a noble lady. Why is she back? Most noble ladies have their night of revelry and then settle into whatever marriage their father has set for them. But she is back. I want to ask her questions, but I know better. I'm just the person who lights lamps. So I simply stand guard. She humming today, maybe she is in love? Or enjoying the last few days of freedom? Once again, a carriage pulls up, she smiles and flushes and a hand extends to help her into the carriage. The warm winds of summer fade to the cool breeze of autumn and she keeps coming. Every month she waits, then slips into her carriage. Soon snow starts to fall - will she keep coming? She does; now she stands there wrapping her cloak around her. Trying to keep out the cold. I set my torch near her and go about my cleaning without saying a word. I look from the corner of my eye and see her warming her hands. It's been months, I decide it's time to say something. "Miss, are you quite alright?” I don't look at her. "Oh yes, quite." I respond with a hum. I wait to see if she will say more. "I should thank you." She pauses and turns towards me. "You've been keeping an eye on me while I wait in the dark. My beloved appreciates that. " "The streets can be risky. And you don't know about them. It was the least I could do." Then I noticed her bags. "Ah, so I won't be seeing you again, will I?" She blushes. "I hope not. We're hoping to slip away unnoticed on the early morning train in the next town over." "I'm just someone who lights the street lamps, Miss. No one knows the path I walk or who all I see." Soon the carriage pulls up. I help them load up her bags, then step to the side. "Thank you again, My Guardian of the Night. Keep safe in these streets.” She smiles at me. I don’t think I will forget that smile for a long time. I look at the man beside her. "Take care of her, and get yourself wed before you do something foolish, ya hear?" I point my finger at them in a manner that I doubt seems threatening. He shockingly throws his hands up and smiles at me. I trust him. He seems like a good man. The young noblewoman catches my hand. "I mean it - thank you. I hope you have a good life, My Guardian." She kisses my cheek and I close the carriage door. "I hope your new life is worth the one you gave up,” I whisper as they drive away. I smile and walk home. Maybe in the paper in a few days, I will learn the name of the woman whose love story I have watched unfold.

Two Years Later Andrew walked upstairs after his set was done for the night; he'd hired a few new bands so he could have a some nights with his young family. But tonight the toddlers were with a set of grandparents; Leo and Sophie’s parents had come up for the weekend and would keep the kids for the evening. So he and Penny could have some time alone, without the toddlers running everywhere. Both his parents and Penny’s would be up in two weeks for their turn to spend their weekend with the kids. Andrew couldn’t help but laugh; you’d have no idea they had moved away from their hometown with how often some set of parents had come to visit. "Petal? Where are you?" He found a note on the coffee table. "Hmm, maybe she had to go help with the kiddos?” He sat and opened the note. My Dearest Andrew, In another world, we were lovers, We were brought back into this one and found love in others’ arms. Today we are once again, husband and wife with a joined family. I love you so much and am so proud of you. Our lives couldn't feel more complete. But how would you feel if we become a family with four under four? To make our little family complete? Andrew looked over at the wedding wall. Pen had found these multi-photo frames and had started filling one for each "family" so the kids would grow up seeing their parents. As he smiled at the wall, he heard the floor creak behind him. He turned to see his wife standing there, hand hovering over her stomach. "Happy?" she whispered. "Excited and terrified." He walked over and hugged her. "Look at that - we are back where we started!" He smiled; they were 27 and expecting their baby again. "Only this time we have three more kids!" Pen giggled. "Come on, let's celebrate." *** Five Years Later Penny stood in her studio, sorting through the postcards she had printed, waiting for her next clients who wanted her to shoot their upcoming wedding. The sound of her children’s giggles drew her out of her brainstorming. "Mommy! Mommy!" The kids wrapped around her in a group hug. "Hey, kiddos! How was school?" She was answered by a chorus of voices telling her of the stories of the day, math homework to be done, spelling tests and letters to practice. "Okay, okay, Daddy should be awake soon, so go on up and enjoy the cookies and apple slices I left for you. And then have Dad help you with homework." Her three seven-year-olds smiled and kissed her cheeks and headed upstairs. She smiled; they looked so much like their parents. Hope and Grace were the spitting images of their mother. Hope was always drawing something, and Grace was already showing Sophie's no-nonsense attitude. River had Trevor's golden heart, always stopping to help someone or making someone smile. Her five-year-old, Simon, stopped and hugged her tightly, then the young boy raced to catch up with his siblings. She heard shrieks and giggles from the stairs; Andrew must have woken up in time to scare them at the top of the stairs. She didn't have time to enjoy the noise of her family because her new clients were here. *** Andrew laughed as his children giggled at his scare. He made a point of being up when they left for school and awake when they got home so he could spend time with them even though he worked at night. "Alright kiddos, let's pound out that homework so we can surprise Mom with supper!" "Oh, Dad! Can I make brownies? I have half the amount of homework the twins do!" River smiled. He was definitely Trevor and Pen's child. He had a mind for numbers and baking was like second nature to him. He loved it when they went to Arcadia for the weekend because Pen's parents let him work in the big kitchen and taught him new recipes. "If you get your homework done in 30 minutes, we should have time for both brownies and supper." Andrew ruffled the boy’s hair as River got started on his math homework. "Girls, do you need help?” Both girls shook their heads. “Once everyone is done with their math, we'll do spelling words. But I'm going to help Simon with his letters." River flew through his homework and started his brownies. Once they were in the oven, the older three ran through spelling words and all did surprisingly well. Soon all five of them were busy making supper. Sure, the kitchen was tight but Andrew loved helping his wife. "Daddy?" His youngest tugged on his shirt while he worked on the supper. He looked down so Simon knew he was listening, "Are we going to Arcadia this weekend?" "Not this weekend, Kiddo. Remember Great Uncle, Granny and Gramps are coming tonight and you guys are going to the cabin. Then tomorrow all of us are going on a hike with them to the beach." This was the anniversary of the day Penny and Andrew came back from Twin Crescent - not that Leo or Sophie's parents knew that, but they were glad for the distraction. *** Penny walked upstairs, worn out. That the bride had been a piece of work. Hope you are okay with frozen pizza because I can't cook tonight. That bride was extra. As she opened the apartment door, she was greeted by a group hug from her children and the smell of brownies and food. "You guys cooked dinner! How wonderful!" She kissed Andrew, with echoes of “Gross!” and giggles from her children. "And I made brownies that we can share with Great Uncle, Granny and Gramps!" River smiled brightly. "Oh! Wonderful, dear. I think we have some ice cream left. Should be tasty, but Mommy is starving, so let's eat!" The kids ran to the table and Andrew kissed his wife one more time. After dinner, the grandparents arrived. Penny loved watching this set of grandparents interact with her and Andrew's son; he wasn't their grandchild but they loved him just the same. After the brownies were enjoyed by all, Penny and Andrew were alone. Andrew went to their room and got the box. “Do you still want to go tonight?” Penny opened the box and touched the ring and necklace, then pulled out her and Andy’s Elements. “It’s tradition.” Putting their elements on, they transformed into Rose Thorn and Flint. After moving here, they had worked with Flicker and Shrub to travel faster so they could easily get from place to place. Now, they headed off to the small cemetery just outside Arcadia. The couple walked hand in hand to the plots where their old lovers were buried. Penny leaned against Trevor's tombstone and Andrew against Sophie’s. They scrolled through photos on their phones, telling them all about their kids. After all the updates were had, Penny looked up at the stars. "Think they'd be mad?" "That we got married? Nah, I think they'd understand. Especially if they got to see what we went through. But you are an amazing mother to the twins, Sophie would be so proud of you." He tapped her foot with his. "Trevor would be impressed with your dad skills, if not a little bit jealous. He would be grateful you’re raising his son." "He'd definitely want me over any of your other guy friends." Penny couldn't help but giggle. "You're not wrong, my love." Andrew smiled at his wife. She reached across and took his hand.

If you had told me 48 hours ago that I would be getting married I would have never believed you. No one is ever going to believe this one. But we'll have to hope that grand rulers do. They had called a draft for the royal army. Anyone 21 years of age and older had to enlist. I had just turned 21 the last time they called an enlistment. My father was dying, so at that time, I was given permission to stay home and care for him. He now lay in the ground and I would have to enlist and surely die. I had failed every part of training in school. I couldn't sword fight, couldn’t do close-quarters combat, nor shooting…all of it - I was the worst kind of warrior. I couldn't even use magic; I was doomed. I stared at the letter and could feel the panic rising. The world started to go black…I think I heard someone call my name as I hit the ground. "Eliza! Eliza, please wake up!" I blinked and saw David hunched over me. "Oh thank heavens, you’re okay!" "How long was I out?" I asked, slowly sitting up. "Only a few moments. I see you got your letter!” David picked the paper up from the ground and handed it to me. I swallowed hard. "David, I'm going to die! You know I can't fight." I started to feel the panic well up again. "Hey, hey, none of that now. I can't make a plan with you if you black out again," David teased. I laughed, finding myself feeling calmer. "Plan? Why are we planning? I'm going to die in the royal army and only you will mourn me." I said in a way that I hoped sounded like I was just joking, but I think my shaking gave me away. David put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm not gonna let that happen." I look at David. I want to believe him. He is the reason I survived training. He made sure I had a place to go once my father had died. He had been my only family for so long, but even he couldn’t save me now. "Nothing can be done, David. We both have to enlist. Your being six weeks younger than me won't save you this time." I tried once again to make light of all this. David paced back and forth. "No, there has to be something we can do." I watched him pace. I hated seeing him stressed like this, especially over me. "We could find some fool to marry me." It was a joke - of all the women in our little village, I was the most undesirable. I had no father to make proper arrangements for me, my mother died in childbirth and it would have been better had I died with her. Women were meant to produce more warriors for the Kingdom. And due to my mother's inability to survive, it was believed I would fare no better. And with no magical abilities in my family, I was truly worthless. All I was good for was another body to slow down the enemy. "That's it!" David grinned. "We'll get married!" "David, you can't be serious. We can't get married," I protested. "And why not? I care for you and you care for me - that's more than some of the marrieds around here can say. And if you are my wife, you can join the nursing staff or the kitchen crew. I'll also be given longer service breaks..." His face flushed; everyone knew why the married soldiers were given longer breaks. I shook my head. "The grand rulers will never allow such a thing. You know they refuse all marriage requests made after a draft." "There can be exceptions made... " David paused. "A parent’s dying wish, a declaration of true love…. You know how Grand Lady Hyacinth loves a good love story." "But we aren’t in love, David." Did I really need to remind him of that? "Maybe not, but everyone believes me to be taken with you. After all, I haven't married anyone else. It's not an illogical leap. We could simply say I waited too long." How can he say this so simply? "David, do you even know what you are saying? This is forever! We'd be expected to...to..." My face burned. "...have children...build a home together, even with the war going on…." David took my hand. "I know, but think about it. Whom else would you rather spend forever with?" He winked. "I mean, you're not wrong." I felt my face flush again. "Then let's go convince them." David took my hand and we quickly packed for a trip to the Grand Rulers. We travelled through the night, taking turns driving the wagon. When the one-off driving duty couldn’t sleep, we talked about our story and points that would explain why we should be married. We arrived at the Grand Lady Court in the late afternoon, after David had made one more stop. We were one of the last meetings of the day. "Let me guess - another couple desperate for a marriage request." The Grand Lady did not seem impressed. All the words I had vanished. "No Grand Lady, we are not desperate, but we are hoping you will grant us your blessing." "And why should I? Tell me, why do you want to spend forever with this man?" she asked me directly. I gulped. "He…" I paused and looked at David, taking his hand. "My father died, without sorting out my marriage, but I think he'd want me to marry David… David has been my rock for so long. I am a terrible fighter, no one wants to have children with the girl whose mom died giving birth, I have no worth in this world." He squeezed my hand like he wanted to argue with me. "But David keeps me safe, he sees me as worth something, and if we are to die for this war, I want to do it as his wife." I stare at the Grand Lady. Did I really mean all that? Did she believe me? I flushed and let go of David's hand. The Grand Lady turned to David. “Well?" David cleared his throat. "Right, yes. Eliza has been my best friend for years. She is an amazing woman, there is no one else I want to spend whatever is left of my life with. In fact, I know I will be a better warrior if I am coming home to her. I need to know she's safe." He took my hand. "Eliza, I know I never asked you properly, but understand that I breathe more easily when you are near. I wish I'd moved faster and then we wouldn't have to do this with war on our doorstep. But for whatever time we have left, I want to spend it with you." He pulled a simple ring out of his pocket. “And should the Grand Lady say no, then let this band show my promise to marry you. And I will enlist to fight by your side." "Oh, David." I let him slide the ring on my finger. Grand Lady Hyacinth stared at us, and David and I held hands and our breath. "Either you two know how to put on a show, or you need each other. I will grant your marriage request, but you must wed tomorrow morning." David hugged me and I let out a squeal. Were we acting or were we in love? At this moment I wasn't sure, but come morning I would be David's wife and we would face the war together. I looked down at the ring on my hand and then at David's eyes. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you," he whispered back, and we rushed out to find someone to host our small wedding in the morning. I can’t wait.

I sit at the corner of Cherry Tree Lane and 5th Avenue. I'm an old and outdated lamp, but the city likes my charm. So while keeping my rustic look, they gave me a modern twist. I now come on at the same time as all the new fancy street lights. They put a nice bench and a pretty flower bed next to me. A beautiful place to rest, a place to watch the business of 5th Avenue as people run from meeting to meeting or fight over parking spaces. Or you can enjoy the peace of Cherry Tree Lane. Where moms take their children for walks, where young love takes its first late-night stroll. Or the love of someone who has long been gone sits and feeds birds. I'm sure there are some whom I have watched go from being pushed in a stroller down Cherry Tree Lane, to rushing along 5th Avenue, to holding young love's hand, to mourning the loss of that love. Many have found shelter, safety and solace under my light, sleeping on my bench. I've heard many fights at my bench, but I've only seen a few resolved. I've seen men get down on one knee, and happy tears flow. I've seen little kids bring their moms a bouquet of flowers and weeds; I'm always amazed at a mother's patience. My bench has been a place where tears have been shed by those coming off 5th Avenue. Their briefcases get tossed against the ground, and folks even hit or grab my post. I don't mind; I know they are just trying to calm down. Sometimes they call a friend and go grab a drink, or they call their moms and simply cry. Sometimes the ones who come the most distraught have the brightest ideas. I've seen some too young run from home. They always race down Cherry Tree Lane, only to reach the corner of 5th Avenue and have no idea where they are going. Or what to do. So they sit on my bench under my light and wait. Wait for parents or a policeman to come and find them. People stop and take photos for their grads, weddings, or just because. They all marvel at my charm, and yet… So many people walk right by me and never notice me. I see them, watch their stories unfold, hear them laugh, listen to them cry and wish I could do something more. But all I do is light their way and give them a place to rest, a place to go, a place to start, a place to ask big questions, a place to meet. I'll always be here, a space for them to come.

One Year Later Penny lay in the bed she and Trevor used to share. Had it really only been three months? Had it all been real? Are you awake? I need to call you. She and Andrew talked all day now; it was as natural as breathing. It also was a good way to distract from the grief. Call away. I can't sleep anyway. Penny looked around the room. Leo had been amazingly helpful. Her parents had been busy with the restaurant, so he had come over to help her pack up the apartment. She was still torn between moving in with her parents and starting over somewhere new. With Metallic Owl gone, there was no need for her to stay in Arcadia - other than Andrew and his little twins. She picked up her phone on the second ring. "Hey, Andy." "Hey Pen, Mom needs to go into the hotel, some kind of an emergency that I can’t understand, and I'm having too rough a night to be alone with the twins." "I'm having a bad night too. Give me five to restock my overnight bag." "Okay, see you soon." He hung up. You really should just leave stuff here, you're here so often. Her parents would ask too many questions. She’d thought about it, but it didn’t seem fair to Sophie’s parents for her to just take Sophie’s place in the girls’ lives. She was their godmother; that had been Sophie's wish. Fair, see you soon. *** Andrew hung up the phone. "Ma! Pen's on her way, and the twins are settled. Feel free to go." "I'm sorry, Andrew, I thought the other girl could handle the event tonight and all the last-minute design changes… but I guess I was wrong." She smiled and cupped his cheek. "They have grown so much in the past month that she would have been proud of how you've handled everything." "I know, Ma." Andrew sighed. "I miss her." "Oh, my boy, I know. She was lucky to have you." "Ma? Before you go…You know how Pen is the girls' godmother?" She nodded. "Well, before the twins were born, the three of us had been talking about going away - you know, starting over. I know Pen still wants to. I don't want her to go alone, and I’d like her help with the twins..." He stopped short and looked down, afraid to ask the next question. "Oh Andrew, say no more. If you and Penny want to go away for a bit or move away, I would understand. I can’t imagine the pain you're both going through, and Sophie and I had talked at great length about you three moving away. I think it would be good if you both left to start over! Just not too far away, okay? I want to be able to see my grandbabies." "Really? Thanks, Ma. I'll keep you posted." She smiled and walked out the door. Andrew looked over at his sleeping twins, Hope and Grace. Penny walked in. "Hey, Andy." "Thanks again for coming." He watched as Pen's hand rested on her stomach as she sat. "So when were you going to tell me?” He sat close to her but still kept some space; they had been careful, and they were unsure what they wanted to do next. "Tell you what?" She quickly moved her hand away. He chuckled and grabbed her hand and pulled it back on top of her stomach. "That you’re pregnant with Trevor's child?" "I was worried I'd miscarry with all the stress. So I haven't told anyone. Mom and Dad have been so busy. And Leo assumed I threw up from the grief of packing up Trevor’s things." She curled up on the couch, resting her back against him. "Well, you were my wife for seven years. I noticed but wanted to make sure what I was seeing was real. Did Trevor know?" He gently rubbed her arm, waiting to hear her story. She shook her head. "I found out the morning of the battle. I was going to tell him that evening, I like to think he heard me while he was lying in that hospital bed... But I really don't know. I took the test on a whim that morning. We'd been so careful, but I guess one night we weren't. I was three weeks late... So I'm just over three months along. If this one is anything like ours, I've got at least one more month till the press notices." "Think they'll still care?" She had had a hard time leaving her house still these days, often using Rose Thorn to get around, or putting on a face mask and dark glasses. She’d even gone as far as to cut her hair down to a pixie cut and wear wigs. “‘Daughter-in-law of Metallic Owl pregnant with her heir; is evil in its blood?’ I see it now." She rolled her eyes. Before he could speak, she continued, "Andrew, I've been doing some digging, and you know that little getaway town we used to go to when we were kids?" "Yeah, of course. I can't wait to take the girls there in a few years." He smiled at the memories he had there. "Well, what if we moved there? Together?" She squeezed his hand. "There is a shop for sale that has an apartment upstairs and a basement that we could turn into a pretty fun nightclub." He looked at her with eyes wide. "I figure if we use the trust from the Mayor and the money I inherited from Trevor, we could afford it and do whatever minor changes we need. When the legal battle is over, the money I get from here will be enough to cover the cost of any major changes we want." She turned to look up at him; the hope in her eyes was enough to make him melt. "You've really thought this all through, haven't you?" He smiled. "Mom and I talked before I left, she said she thought it would be good for us to get away…" "Would you really want to go away with me?" She fidgeted with her hands. "Pen, everywhere I look in Arcadia I see Sophie or Trevor. I want somewhere new so this can be somewhere we visit and teach our kids about their parents." He took her hand and brought it to his lips. "Marry me again?" "Of course, but we’ll need to wait for my legal battle with the Owl herself to be over. Then we should talk to Sophie's family, maybe Leo too. I want them to still feel a part of our family." "I agree, it takes a village after all. I still can’t believe you have to go to court for the money Trevor left for you. She disowned him… she shouldn’t have any say in that money." "I don’t make the rules, Andy. But, my being pregnant does help my case. I just need to tell my parents, then my lawyer will take care of the rest.” She yawned, followed by Andrew. When was the last time they had slept well? "I’ll be there with you every step of the way. But right now, we both need some sleep. The twins are still asleep, so let’s take a nap.” He pulled out the stool from his side of the couch and Penny copied. She curled up next to him and they both quickly fell asleep. *** Pen woke up in a dream, that felt more like a memory, was it hers or Andrew's she wasn't sure. But it was clear she wasn't going to get to leave any time soon. Metallic Owl was facing her - oh, this was that memory. She took a breath and let herself go. Metallic Owl had grown tired of using others and had cornered Rose Thorn and Ice Raven during a battle. Thankfully Andrew was waiting on standby. His job was to keep Sophie off the field; she was six months pregnant with twins, so she wasn't allowed to fight. The battle was hard. Metallic Owl had learned to make liquid metal clones. Ice Raven had been caught in a trap. The liquid metal clone had become a statue, trapping him in a headlock. He was using up his energy trying to get out. He was too close to defenceless. But Rose Thorn couldn’t help him, she was busy trying to trap the rest of the clones. By the time she’d trapped them all in a cage of vines, Metallic Owl was removing Ice Raven's ring. “Elements! Transfer me Ice Raven's power now!” Before the ring was off, Rose Thorn had the Element of Ice joining her, becoming Frosted Rose. But Trevor’s identity was exposed. "Trevor!" Frosted Rose called out. Andrew, get here now! Metallic Owl took Trevor’s ring! Metallic Owl brought her last clone back to life and had it throw Trevor on the ground. She picked him up herself. "So, not only are you a completely useless son, married to a worthless girl, you also are the reason I can't get my husband back! The magic in these Elements could heal him!" The shock of learning that her mother-in-law was the villain she’d been fighting since she was a teen stopped Penny in her tracks. Trevor didn’t freeze; rather he fought harder, trying to fight off his mother. To his credit, he had forced her to drop him. He was standing ready to fight her himself, but he had spent too much energy fighting the clones. Metallic Owl kicked her son square in the chest and he fell off the building they’d been fighting on. “Trevor!" Frosted Rose tried to get to him but Metallic Owl tripped her. She couldn’t reach her lasso or see well enough to catch him in ice and she heard him hit the ground. With Owl's foot on her back, Owl told her, "He's not worth saving." "How dare you! He was your son! All he wanted was your love!" Frosted Rose managed to get herself to turn around and shoot ice onto Owl's hands, binding her and giving Frosted Rose a chance to get away and recharge. Frosted Rose hid and Fire Storm landed beside her. He didn’t know what had happened but took one look at her and hugged her. “We need to stop her; the Element Repair may be the only way to save Trevor now." "You got it, Rose!" Andrew knew she was hurting, but they didn't have time for that now; they had to stop her. Metallic Owl fought like a mad woman, saying that once she got her hands on the Elements she would rebuild her family with a son who wouldn’t betray her and a husband who never got sick. Her fighting style became illogical and soon she was quickly overtaken by the two heroes; the betrayal of her son seemed to weaken her. Once they had her trapped, they took the ring back and removed the pin that held the Element of Mineral. After that, the police took Trevor’s mother away. Frosted Rose promised to answer their questions but she had to check on Ice Raven who had been hurt in battle. Frosted Rose and Fire Storm landed next to Trevor. Frosted Rose looked at Trevor and took Fire Storm's hand. They held their hands out, and lights of pink, blue, purple and orange shot out from their hands. Trevor hardly moved. But he was breathing. Thankfully, when the police came, and the EMTs with them, they assumed Sophie had called them. Frosted Rose managed to keep it a secret that Trevor was Ice Raven. People were so shocked about the identity of Metallic Owl that they hardly noticed Trever being taken away in an ambulance. Trevor never did wake up. Penny sat with him all night, praying he would wake up. "Come on, Baby, I need you. I can't raise our little one without you. We can name them after your hero self like you wanted, please, just wake up." And with that plea, the heart monitor went silent. *** Andrew woke up to the girls crying. Pen seemed to wake to the noise too. “My dream?" Penny seemed shaken. "I think it had to be, I didn't have that many details." Each of them picked up one baby. "Sorry, that battle plays over and over again. I've pulled you into that dream before, haven't I?" She rocked Grace while Andrew changed Hope's diaper, and then they swapped. "Yeah, maybe." He blushed. "But I've pulled you into my last hours with Sophie before, so we will call it even." With a baby in each of their arms, they sat down on the couch. "You know, when yours comes we will be outnumbered." "Yeah, I guess we will. But it’s nothing we can’t handle together." Andrew couldn’t agree more and kissed her forehead. The world might judge them for moving on “so fast” but it was no different than what they had done all those years ago when they came back from Twin Crescents. They still loved Trevor and Sophie, and always would. But they also had never stopped loving each other, and this just felt right to heal together. *** So as their 25th birthdays came and went, they were parents to three under a year. The twins were almost one, but with only ten months between them and River, Andrew and Penny were definitely outnumbered. Shortly after River was born, Penny won the money she was owed from Trevor’s family. So Andrew and Penny got married in a small ceremony with only their parents present and moved to the little tourist town. Penny turned the store into a studio for her photography, which she called Blossom Pictures. Andrew ran the Shield Jazz Club, crediting Pen for the name because of one of her many nicknames for him. All five Elements were in the box that was put together once all five elements had been reunited. They kept the box in their house. Penny set up an email where people could request visits from the heroes and the Police could alert them if they needed their help again. They explained that Ice Raven and Mighty Mage had retired and would not be wearing the mask again, wanting to disappear. Rumours flew, but Penny and Andrew were gone so it didn't matter to them. They left Arcadia behind, fully committed to the new life in the little tourism town, and started over again together.