Project DAWN's acclaimed success had attracted researchers from various labs like moths to a nightlight. Cytla was no different. She planned a tour for herself to learn more about the absurd and bold antics of both Project DAWN and Project SAGGITARIUS in an attempt to occupy herself with a new job, one that was cleaner than the last. It had seemed so long ago when the truth finally exploded and destroyed her team, one by one, but that was in the past. When she entered the lab where Project DAWN had been conducted, she felt a rush of adrenaline spiking her interests once more. "Project SAGGITARIUS is our next attempt to understand the true capacity of The Master. We plan to combine certain animal DNA with human's to create healthy adult hybrids—humanoid most of the time with the ability to, at will, mutate into a larger and stronger version of their respective animal. It's still in the beginning stages of development, but we have high hopes and expectations for its results." Cytla, however, remained a stalwart skeptic. It was absurd enough that they supposedly created an adult human female who can control fire as easily as she can blink. It just doesn't seem to make sense. She thought without revealing any evidence of it while she was escorted to their prepared room for Subject DAWN. "If this test succeeds, The Master will truly be revered as mankind's greatest achievement yet. We will now be able to change the molecular and anatomical composition of individuals within seconds. These subjects will be the perfect soldiers for the future." But Cytla questioned the project's morality at every step of the way. She wondered about the very procedure of combining genes to recreate the human being into a primitive wild animal, but her thoughts clearly indicated to her that it was a step too far. The possibilities of landing in negative situations even if the project was a wild success like its predecessors seemed to be too likely and too dangerous to even take the risk. But they were trying without an ounce of fear in their eyes. Perhaps this was what Colress felt and thought during his massive endeavor in Project ETHEREAL and Project TERRA? However, Cytla was beyond that. She denied herself as a kind—she was merely a moral caretaker who had created life in an unorthodox way and was tasked with raising it. She was neither a god, nor was she a whore of science. She had morals and she had science—she was indeed human.
"Project DAWN was a brilliant success. As expected, she can summon fire at her will due to the consciously controlled secretion of a sticky and flammable liquid that combusts upon the rapid cooling it receives when it leaves her body. However, there was a slight mutation in the flesh of her left wrist, similar to the mutation of Subject A from Project TERRA. We don't know the origin of this mutation—there was no abnormal gene sequence in her DNA. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but this mark really bears little consequence." Eventually, they reached Subject DAWN's room and entered, but Cytla had mistaken the girl perched upon a desk chair for something of an angelic nature. Her form was lean and dainty, much like L'Arachel's and Kailolu's, but her hair was as silver as the radiant moonlight and her eyes were as golden as the sun. She was a human in every respect, but the light casted a soft glow upon her features, suggesting that she was something else entirely. When the door opened, she politely turned her attention towards her caretaker and Cytla, and her lips instantly shown a bright smile with eyes glinting in kindness. She was an angel in human form, Cytla concluded then she spotted the vivid red mark upon the maiden's left wrist. It resembled a sort of finely written and intricate writing of nobility, but she hid it so fast that Cytla had scarcely made anymore note of it.
"What is the girl's name?" She spoke directly for the first time since her arrival, but she made careful note to not let her eyes wander off of the dainty yet kind young maiden.
"We have named her Micaiah." Cytla's thoughts centered around one topic—religion—but she had thoughts it would be best if she were to disregard the topic for the superior knowledge of her methods towards science.
"It sounds Hebrew. Why?" The lead researcher smirked with confidence in her project's final result, but more importantly, she gestured to the red mark on her subject's hidden left wrist.
"She seems to be a miracle. That mark designates her—in the public's eye—as a spirit charmer. We named her appropriately. She is a natural preserver and protector of life now that she can utilize the strength and versatility of fire. See for yourself, Cytla." As curios as ever, Cytla approached Micaiah in a gentle gait and watched the maiden stand to her height—about five feet and six inches—and revealed the strange mutation of her flesh. Then she snapped her fingers and summoned a small and non-lethal wisp of flame—just enough for Cytla to be a believer in her own strengths and the true immortality of science.
She responded quietly, "I'll be damned sevenfold."