As night began to fall upon Heatherfield, the city lights began to rise. Like twinkling stars, each one seemed to shine brighter then the last, coating the streets and buildings in a blanket of light. But one light, barely noticeable to the untrained eye, moved swiftly through the concrete jungle. Its mind, if it had one, was determined to reach its destination, and nothing would sway it from its path.
Down streets and over buildings it soared, until it began to slow and waver. Its goal was near, that much it could tell, but where exactly? Slowly but surely, it began circling first a street, then a building, then an apartment, and then a room. With caution, it silently passed through the window, and found a young girl sitting alone on her bed, a book in her hands. Sneaking carefully around the edges of the walls so as not to disturb the girl, the light moved into position. With a dash, it landed on the girl's forehead, and the melding process began.
The light met resistance. There was power in this girl, it could tell. The same power that had drawn it in was now forcing it out. But the light had had millennia to consolidate its own force, and would not be denied. Even as the girl's inner strength wavered, it found other methods of defense. A loud, shrill came from the girl's mouth, but it was not in any language the light understood. There were others, however, who did.
Just as victory seemed inevitable for the strange visitor, the doorway of the room burst open and three more creatures appeared. One was a small, black animal, covered in fur, which the light deemed to be no threat. Another, with short hair, brown like dirt, stood in stunned surprise at the scene before her, while a golden haired human leaped forward. In a reflex, the light repelled the intruder, and continued its mission. The presence of these new creatures had given the girl renewed fight, and the struggle would not soon be over.
The golden haired woman was now disposed of, and victory once again seemed inevitable, if not lengthy for the light. However, the second woman, who up to know had just been spouting meaningless gibberish, began her attack. As the woman leapt on the bed and lunged at her foe, the light once more instinctively began to defend itself. This time the result was much different.
As the second girl with the dirt-like hair was reflected backwards, a wave of pain shot through the light creature. Waves of agony rolled over its incandescent form, forcing it to dislodge from the young girl. It lashed out at the source of its pain, but every contact with the brown haired girl merely added layers of agony. Finally and reluctantly, it fled the scene, drifting through the window as silently as it had come. There would be others for it to find, ones with less powerful protectors. And then nothing would stand in its way.