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"Do you ever feel out of place, Miracle?" The small, fluffy black cat she'd addressed lifted its head sleepily and blinked, "Of course not," she sighed, "You're a cat."

Miracle had been her first, well, miracle. Galya had found her out in the snow when she was 5, the small kitten was nearly frozen to death. Galya held the tiny creature in her arms promising that it would be alright; and it was. Despite the bitter cold having already seeped into the cats bones, it survived. Twenty years later the cat was still as spry and healthy as ever. Soon after rescuing the cat, Galya found that she could whisper to other plants and creatures, bringing the back from the brink of death. She started by reviving her mothers failed attempts to keep potted plants alive. As she grew older she helped her father on the farm, she helped with the birthing of the animals; gently encouraging even the smallest and weakest to survive. Under her watchful and caring eye every animal born on the farm lived long, happy lives.

There were limits to her abilities though. The night she found her baby brother dead in his cradle she held him tightly, whispering to him through her tears, but no matter how much she whispered he never took another breath. Her parents found her holding the still, cold body of a child against her chest, rocking him slowly; her whispers cracked and senseless.

Try as she might, Galya never quite recovered from that night. None of them did. Not really. Her mother cried each night until she passed into nothing. After that, her father never smiled again.

Now it was just her and Miracle running the farm. Every morning she went out at the crack of dawn to feed and whisper to the animals, and in the afternoon she tended to the garden. Then she slept. Each day passed the same.

Galya pulled herself upright in her bed, the sun barely peaking through her window, "Why don't you get your lazy self up and go see to the chickens?" she asked Miracle, who stood, stretched, and laid back in the same place, "Worthless creature," Galya smiled, stroking the little beast between its ears.

Galya absently pushed her eggs around her plate. Once she'd taken the cows out to the pasture she would feed the horses, then she'd see to the poultry, and clean the barn. Garden. Probably tidy the house.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud crashing of thunder in the distance. Damn. If she was going to get everything taken care of she'd have to do it before the rain came. Leaving her plate on the table, Galya threw on her jacket and boots; and when she opened the door, she was greeted by the warm, shining sun. She blinked and the sound of thunder rang through the air again, this time accompanied by a flash of blinding light. Not quite lightening, but not quite anything else either. Galya shrugged and went about her chores for the day. Unaware of what was weakly stumbling her way.