Today is her birthday, also happens to be the day that a portal opened up above New York and let out an army of ugly aliens wanting to take over Earth.

Five days ago…

A little boy nudged her side, trying to wake her up. "Lily…Lily." The little boy whispered groggily. Lily opened her eyes enough to peak at the boy saying her name. He was a tiny runt, three feet maybe at the top of his blonde hair, round blue eyes still in sleep mode, and a chubby face of a child not yet four. She moved her hand on top of his head, rubbing his hair softly. "What is it Michael?" In response the little boy crawled into bed beside her, forcefully pushing her out of his way to fit. She held her head up in surprise, not expecting him to do that. "Michael? What's wrong?"

She rolled onto her side so he could feel safe in her bosom. She wrapped her arm around him, holding his hand. "Was it a nightmare?" She asked quietly. He nodded, curling himself into a ball. "Was it of the alien creatures again?" He nodded again. She ran her fingers through his hair and began to hum a soft tune in his ear. "It was only a dream, everything will be okay." Michael soon fell asleep in her arms. When he began to wriggle in her arms, a nightmare coming to, she put her hand on his forehead and entered his dream.

She stood at the corner of one of the many tall buildings in New York, catching herself before she fell off the side. It was havoc in the city. Slug-like creatures were pummeling through buildings, tall humanoids flew on golden chariots blasting anything or anyone in sight. People ran in terror looking like ants from so high a point. "Go away!" a little boy cried behind her. Lily turned on her heel and found Michael sitting against an air duct, cowering in fear from an alien humanoid. She threw her arm, throwing a blast of magic at the alien. It stumbled backward a few feet before turning its attention on her. A sword appeared in her left hand and she began her attack on the alien, dispatching him quickly. Michael ran up to her crying, and hugged her tightly. She held him with her hand, looking around at the city in shock. The last time she had entered his dream, only the one threatening him had been so visible while all else was just noise. "Time for you to sleep." She said, and Michael disappeared from her waist. She left soon after him.

She lay on the bed her eyes glowing a vibrant green now begin to return to their natural green state. She removed her hand from Michael's head and fell asleep; exhausted from the small bit of magic she did for Michael.

The next day she woke up with a jump, an unusual feeling burst inside her and she then she fell back as exhaustion overtook her. She was sweating and breathing deeply as if she had just used too much magic her body wasn't capable of yet. Michael moaned beside her and rolled over, falling off the edge of the bed. She moved to peak over the side at him, still sweating profusely. He looked up at her and smiled, "I'm okay sis." He said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. She rolled back on her back, staring at the ceiling as she slowly began to breathe normally and stop sweating so badly.

Michael leaned against the side of the bed, staring at Lily, his eyes saddened. "He's here." He said. Lily looked at him, cocking her eyebrow at him questioningly. "The man in command of the alien army." She could not slide what he said off as childish nonsense because all of his dreams came true, though none have been so hectic like this one. An entire take over of Earth... "Who's here?" She asked curiously. Michael still stared, "His presence empowers you, making you stronger than ever before." He yawned and walked out the door.

She stretched on her bed, feeling that empowerment he spoke of enjoying the new feeling. Suddenly her astral body was pulled into a room she did not know. She stood in a high point at the back of the room, and watched from the shadows as a tall, sickly looking man attacked a group of men, taking control of two. She felt an unexplainable pull to him but could not move. She watched as the three men left the room, stealing a metal briefcase from an African American man on their way out. Once he left the room she was returned back to her body and lay there in surprise. Not only had she been able to do something new, it had not exhausted her doing it. She still felt energized and like she could do so much more, so much more.

"This feels great." She whispered.

Lily got up and changed out of her pajamas, pulling on a pair of red shorts and a colorful tank top. She then tested her new energy by teleporting down to the kitchen, scaring the willies out of her mother. "Oh my god Lily," She gasped, nearly dropping a stack of plates. "Why did you do that?" Her red eyes eyed her daughter curiously as she noticed there was something new about her. "You don't feel…exhausted do you?" Lily smiled at her and twirled, "I feel more energized than ever."

Michael came in and sat down at the little table. Their mother, Sarah, placed a bowl of cereal down in front of him and went to fetch the milk out of the fridge. Sarah placed the milk in front of Michael and eyed Lily, "What's going on with you?" She asked out of plain curiosity. Sarah's skin turned to an orange purple color that plainly told the kids she was worried or curious. Sarah was the type of person who wore their emotions on her sleeve, literally. Lily shrugged her shoulders, still smiling happily, wanting to go out and see what new abilities she could possess.

Her mother, brother, and father were all mutants. Like her adopted family she was considered a mutant for her magical abilities and considers herself one with no knowledge otherwise. Her father came into the kitchen yawning. Eric was his name, looked normal, looked human, except for his eyes, which were entirely black and blinked from the sides rather than naturally. Let's just say he see's a lot.

"You look chipper today Lily. Feeling pretty energized I see. What's up?" He asked as he grabbed his own bowl and sat down by Michael. He looked up at Lily with his big eyes. "Your energy is swirling powerfully around you. Something I haven't seen for some time."

Michael looked up at Lily trying to see what his father saw, squinting and squeezing his face. "I don't see that." He fumed as he gave up, returning back to his cereal. Eric just laughed at him, rubbing his head. "You don't see like I do son." He poured some milk on his cereal and began eating, expecting Lily to explain. Sarah leaned against Eric, staring at Lily with a small smile.

Even though they were an adopted family Lily stood out from them. She had pale skin while they all had beige skin that tanned easily under the sun. She had bright green eyes and long, raven black hair that she had tied in a messy braid over her shoulder. Like Michael's blonde hair, her parents also had blonde hair, fitting in well together when out on the town.

Her brother piped up, "A bad man has come to Earth." He finished a bite of cereal before speaking again. "His presence empowers her. Abilities she didn't have before are manifesting themselves." He looked zoned, staring at his food. Whenever he spoke, sounding so much smarter than he was was because he was speaking through his premonitions. He came back to reality, smiling at his staring family and finished his cereal.

"I know this is a lot to ask honey but will you stay home and not go out?" Sarah asked kindly, standing up straight. Her skin had turned a vibrant blue, signaling complete worry. Even though Lily was going to turn twenty in four days she still lived with her family, it was safer living with them in this new mutant world than on her own. "I want to go out and figure out what I can do. I promise I won't go far." Lily knew that was an open-ended promise but it always helped calm Sarah's emotions. She looked down at Eric before nodding in agreement.

Lily kissed her mother and brother on the cheek before she left out the door. Once outside the door she teleported herself up to the roof of their apartment building, and sat cross legged on a large air duct. She was excited to touch the new magic she felt but was more curious as to who the sickly looking man was that she felt so pulled to. She conjured up an image of him in her mind and focused on bringing it out in front of her, performing the minor trick with ease. She had no idea she was looking at Loki, the God of Mischief.