Once, a long time ago, there was a war between humans and monsters. The humans won and sealed the monsters underground. Not all the monsters were caught, though. A few monsters were able to use their family's magical ability to make themselves look human apart from their hair color and their wings. At least, for a little while. Most of those who escaped were mere children. Orphans. They fled the country altogether.

Only a few of those monsters survived, only five would be left on the surface. But, this is a different story. You aren't here to learn about how those five found love among the humans, you are here for me.

My name is C.J, or Abbagail, or sometimes "hey freak!" Usually, I go by Helvetica, or Helly for short. Don't know what my parents were thinking when they named me that, but it's not like I can just ask them.

Eventually, the bullying in America got to annoying, so I decided to take a trip. A trip across the ocean. Away I flew, soaring between the bright blue sky and the mysterious blue ocean. I arrived safely and perched on the top of a building in some city in England. Folding my red wings behind me, I quickly put a stolen trench coat on to hide them.

It was beautiful in my opinion. The small city was built in such a way that it didn't destroy the forest surrounding it, the bay wasn't trashed like the ocean back in America, and nobody was cutting down the sturdy tall trees.

I'd been there for an entire week before I had even realized that one of the tallest buildings in the city was a child's hospital. The following events were not my fault, honest to God.

I was at the beach, picking up driftwood for a fire, when a child got caught in a tide. They hit their head on a rock a a wave tried to drag them out to sea. I was in the water before his parents could even stand up. I dove in and was back on the sand with him in my arms in moments. Minor concussion and a lifetime fear of the ocean was all he got. Me? Well, I got cursed at and called a freak by his parents because I left a trail of red feathers when I was in the water.

Despite his obnoxious parents, I still visited the child in the hospital. I smiled at him, he grinned back. His eyes shone so bright. I couldn't remember the last time a child looked at me that way.

"Are you the angel that saved me?"

"I'm not an angel, but yes. Now, I need you to close your eyes, okay?"

He did as I asked with a smile. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, my eyes closed as well as my soft red light surrounded him. Soon, he was completely healed and was sleeping soundly. A peaceful sleep that would last for the night.

"All better?" I whispered in his ear before standing. I took another glance at him before leaving the room. The halls were dimly lit and there were no doctors or nurses in sight as I slipped into another room. A five year old girl lay motionless. She was a victim of a car crash, according to a clipboard hanging on the wall.

I held her hand for a moment before kissing her fingers. I closed my eyes as my light filled the room just like the last time. She did not wake up, thankfully, but her heartbeat became stronger and the various bruises and cuts on her bare skin began to fade slowly. Her mouth turned up into a grin in her sleep, and I smiled back.

I continued down the hall, looking for the kids in dire need of my help.

A child who would be having heart surgery in the morning, I merely gave her more strength to survive it. A twelve year old boy whose father beat him with a baseball bat. The doctors didn't think he would survive, at least not without serious brain trauma or whatever. He was awake when I walked in.

"Hello," I whispered as I closed the door behind me. He wasn't able to talk, but I could see in his eyes that he was terrified of me. "Shh, child, I'm not here to harm you."

I slid my giant trench coat off and spread my wings just a bit. His eyes grew wider, but not from fear this time, it was fascination. I smiled down at him.

"I'm going to heal you, child, but I need you to close your eyes."

He did as I asked immediately. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. My light shined bright in the room, but not as bright as the others. Picked my jacket off the ground, ignoring the light-headedness as I stumbled into the hallway. A sudden weariness rolled over me as I entered another room.

A young child laid there with their eyes closed and a sweater clenched in their arms. It was dark blue with purple spots coloring the soft sweater. The sweater was in far better condition than the child, who had a large bandage on their face. I took a look at the clipboard so that I knew exactly what I needed to do. She had a few problems that not even I could fix, such as hallucinations or what the doctors put down as "schitzaphrania?" because even they didn't know what was wrong with them. A nurse also wrote "Sounds like some form of mental illness." and I couldn't help but chuckle at the stupidity. PTSD is what it sounded like to me, but I'm just a kid.

I mean, what do kids know? At least I know how to properly spell schizophrenia. In their sleep, the kid twitched and awoke, sitting up in their bed.

"Who are you? What are you doing in here?"

"I'm here to help you. Now please, lay back down." I gently pushed them back down, trying not to touch their many cuts and bruises on their bare arms. Why the doctors didn't put bandages or something on her arms is beyond me.

"You can't help me any more than these doctors have."

"Close your eyes, child, and I will heal you fully."

They refused, so I waved my hand over their eyes, putting them into a deep sleep. They were the last one who wouldn't last at least a week, seeing as the hospital totally sucked and didn't notice how her wound was a lot worse than they'd thought. I healed their stab wound, before jumping out the window and flew to the home I'd made in the forest near the mountain. I collapsed on my canopy bed and passed out for three days.