Twilight was falling, the growing gloom making the inside of the massive library look shadowy and mysterious, but it made no difference to the girl sitting in a pillowed corner, far from the librarian's desk and rotunda. It had been her habit since childhood to remain in the library long after hours, and due to her work in the large building, the staff knew her to be a responsible girl so they left a spare key hidden for whenever she decided to leave. Even in the quickening dark, she had no trouble reading the words on the page. The glow Miro had seen in her eyes that night had not been a trick of the light, but some part of her, deep inside, telling her body what to do to allow her to see. She had realized it afterwards, and the curiosity was too much to bear. Thus, here Ginny was, curled up in an oddish position with a book propped on her leg, her eyes once again glowing.

A keening roar, shattering the glass in the library's windows and bringing Ginny out of her induced alter-reality, fractured the night's tranquility. She turned her head, craning her neck as she tried to see what was going on. Almost nothing could make her move until she was ready – at least, almost nothing other than the strange raptor-like creatures that suddenly darted out of the shadows, fangs bared, claws raised and eyes glowing with an evil Ginny had never seen in any being. They did not care who their prey was, and she was the closest thing. Frozen in terror, Ginny could only watch as the things crouched, advancing menacingly. She closed her eyes tight to block out what she was sure would be the worst last thing to see before you die.

Even at night, she somehow felt the shadow of a person fall across her, almost simultaneous with another keening roar. Ginny cringed, throwing her hands over her ears in an attempt to block out the horrific sound, but beneath the cry, she heard someone inhale sharply, as if surprised. Hearing the call fade away, Ginny dared to drop her hands and open one eye. To her utter shock and surprise, standing over her, wearing an expression identical to her's - was the man she'd seen in the apartment! But it had been weeks and she'd never ever expected to see him again! As the first shock wore off, others began setting in; she realized his body was glowing red … no, not red! Glowing with red tattoos! and that a strange golden medallion with a red stone hung about his neck on a chain. The world seemed to slow down, if not stop altogether, as they stared at each other – in truth, Miro had never thought he'd see her again either. Hence, the reason he did not sense one of the Raptor creatures preparing to strike.

"Behind you!" her cry echoed in the now-pitch black building, but it was too late for him to defend himself. The Raptor had leapt with a cry and was bearing down on him as he spun to face it. The only thing left for him to do was to try to protect his body as much as possible and pray he would make it out alive. But the prayer was answered long before it had been uttered, and it was answered in a most startling way. A blast of white-gold energy surged around Miro's body, yet he was unharmed. A kind fate not meant for the Raptor – the energy obliterated the creature into tiny particles. Miro blinked in surprise before turning to see which of his companions had saved him. None of his group did he see, and the only living person within sight was the girl who was now kneeling on the ground, one hand braced against the floor and the other outstretched as if she'd been reaching – or throwing.

Ginny simply could not comprehend that the sudden bolt of energy had actually come from her hand, the one she'd thrown out as if she could save the man from the creature. The force she'd put into the reaching motion had pulled her to her knees, and now Ginny sank back to rest on her heels as she slowly brought her hands up to look at them wonderingly. So caught up in trying to understand what had just happened, she thought she was hearing a memory echo when the man cried out to her, "behind you!" But physical reaction to some words is automatic, and right then her body automatically pivoted on her spine to allow Ginny to see what he meant. A screech shook the walls as a reptilian form appeared through the glass of the huge window, spread claws and teeth aimed directly at her. Reacting on instinct, the girl threw up her hands, screaming as a rain of shattered glass fell around her in tinkling shards.

Miro was far more accustomed to seeing the latent powers of potential recruits suddenly mature to a higher level of use, so he was not as thrown off by the sudden power the girl had shown. Instead, he watched her look at her own hands in wonder, a small smile twitching one corner of his mouth before the movement outside the window caught his attention, and he was forced to repeat the girl's warning back to her. But even as she slipped on the glass as she tried to spin around, her hands stretched in front of her for protection – which in turn released another dazzling display of energy – he knew she wouldn't do as well the second spontaneous time around, and he was right. The Raptor was easily annihilated, but the girl was not so lucky – she was shaking, he could hear her teeth chattering right before she went limp, falling backwards. She would have landed in a bed of glass shards had Miro not slid across the floor to catch her.

Miro sat there on his knees for a moment, the girl in his arms. She didn't weigh very much, but he could tell she was not a child. Her face betrayed more years than upon first glance, and her body had finished maturing some time ago. A few strands of hair had come loose from the ever-present braid, and he gently swiped them away from her face to give him a better view. Her eyes - the amazing glowing eyes that had caught him so completely – were lightly shut, but he could tell she was merely drained of energy. After all, having sudden power surges come out of your hands might have the same affect on you. Miro knew her white-gold energy blasts had destroyed more than the two Raptors, and he could no longer hear the sounds of battle, but now he was uncertain of what to do. He had certainly found a girl with latent abilities that, if trained and coached properly, she could be taught to control, but he was unsure of what the Ancient One might think if he showed up back at the temple with a strange girl in his arms.

Bring her with you, Miro. It was not an accident that you, of us all, have found her Miro's face was tradmarkedly expressionless as he nodded – more to himself than the mental voice – and gently lifted the girl with him as he stood. A portal appeared between two still-upright bookshelves and he was careful not to jostle her as he made his way into it. The portal slid shut with a slight hiss of air, leaving behind a rather messy library and the vague memory of a girl named Ginny.