I walked for about 3 hours before I decided to stop the storm again. I used my powers to calm the roaring dust tornadoes and saw many people in rebel suits about 2 miles ahead.


    They looked like little specks, and I used my powers to speed up my pace. I knew that by doing this, I would be weakening myself even more than I already have, but I needed to catch up to them. I needed to thank them.


    I was nearly there when I tripped. They were about 50 feet away, and I tripped. I flew through the air for about 15 feet, and the Rebels turned towards me.


    They immediately pointed guns at me. I slowly get up off the ground and dust myself off. Then they noticed who I was and dropped their weapons.


    I look around for the little girl. "Where is she?" I ask. No one seemed to know who I was referring to, so to clarify I said, "The little girl. The one who can heal."


    A little blonde girl, about 12 years old, creeps out from behind a woman I assume is her mother.


    She slowly walks across the dusty earth with her head down. I look at her and see that she is starving. You could see


    the hollowness in her face and could only imagine how sunken in her stomach is.


    I kneel down to her height and hold out my hand. She tilts her head to the side in confusion.


    "Do you need assistance in healing?" She asked me in the most sophisticated language I had ever heard out of a 12-year-old.


    I almost laughed out of shock. I shook my head and said, "No. I just wanted to thank you, and I wanted to offer food and shelter."


    At the mention of food, She started to drool. I look around and notice that I have everyone''s attention. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "We don''t want to hurt you," I assured them, "We want peace with you. If you don''t want what we have to offer, don''t follow me."


    I turned and left when I finished with my short speech. I heard footsteps following behind me, but I wasn''t going to look back.


    Looking back could be a sign of weakness. I wasn''t going to let these people think of me as weak.


    About 15 minutes into walking, I felt the hand of a small child grab mine. I looked down and saw the sophisticated child that could heal.


    Calling her a little girl would be an insult. She spoke with the words of a college professor.


    I smiled at her and asked her what her name was. She smiled back and replied with, "Harris. Stephanie Harris. Please call me Steph."


    I nodded and told her my name. She smiled bigger and said most excitingly, "Astrid Robertson! I have heard stories of you. You are the most powerful out of us all," She rambled, "I figured it was you when I saw you break down when my dad shot your friend, but I didn''t know for sure." She continued to ramble, so I eventually just blocked her out.


    I was a legend, I realised. These people saw me as a legend, and I didn''t even know how they knew who I was. What all have they heard?


    Along the way, I heard people chattering about whether or not I was telling the truth, but I just ignored it.


    Then I heard a name that I recalled for some reason. Quinn. Where had I heard that name before? I stopped as the answer hit me. I heard shock and confusion through the crowd of people who have followed me.


    I turned around and asked, "Which one of you is Quinn?" Then I saw a man step forward. He was just as starved as everyone else, but looked more alive. More healthy. He had a long beard and appeared to have some Asian heritage. "I am Quinn." He said.


    I looked at him and realised he looked familiar. I looked down at Steph and noticed she had worry in her eyes. She seemed to care about this man for some reason. I decided to talk to him away from the crowd after we get back to base.


    I turned and continued back to base still holding Steph''s hand.


    I then saw that we had officially made it back to the base. The guards stopped us while holding guns aimed at us. Steph squeezed my hand out of fear.


    I put my hand up and used my powers to force the guns to aim the guns towards the ground. I smile and walk towards the guards asking, "Where. Is. Gray?" I sounded threatening, and I knew it. He was scared, and I saw it in his eyes.


    He mumbled out an answer, and I asked him, more aggressively this time, "Where is Gray?" He answered audibly with, "In his o-office."


    I motioned for them to follow me, and Steph found her way back to my hand. I led them to the entrance of the base. We entered, and I showed them to Grays office.


    I opened the door to see Gray working on his screen electric thingy. I say his name, and he immediately gets up and crosses the room to me.


    He hugs me, and I hug him back, letting go of Stephs small hand. "Can they stay?" I asked quietly in his ear, "They''re just like me, and I need people like me. Please." I was basically begging him at this point.


    He nodded his head. He let go of me and led them away to their rooms, I assumed.


    I stepped back onto the wall and slid down. I sat on the floor a while. I was physically exhausted and emotionally drained.


    My boyfriend died, then came back to life, I met people just like me, in a way, and I met an extremely educated 12-year-old girl.


    I just wanted to sleep, so sleep is what I did.