TIME: June 21st, 2009---5:15 PM.

LOCATION: Xavier Institute, Bayville, New York. THE MARVEL UNIVERSE.

“Oh, my goodness gosh,” I said, staring at what was left of the Xavier Institute. “What the heck happened here?”

Elenya placed her hand on one of the bars of the Institute’s gates. “They were attacked by the Brotherhood of Mutants,” she said softly, using her angelic instinct. “Mystique snuck inside and set the self-destruct. They had to relocate.”

“But where?” I questioned helplessly.

“I-I don’t know,” Elenya stammered, shutting her eyes tight and trying to concentrate. “The Spirit won’t tell me.”

“Well, this is a pretty kettle of fish,” Raynea(my dark side), stated, putting her hands on her hips. “Where are we supposed to go if the X-Men are gone?”

“And what am I supposed to do?” I moaned.

“Last time God sent you here, it was to witness to the X-Men and show them that He made them the way they are, not that it was another step in the evolutionary process,” Lavender said thoughtfully. “I wonder what your mission is this time?”

“You could become a vigilante,” suggested Kitten, a character from Nine Lives who could talk to cats and understand them.

“A vigilante?” I sputtered. “Vigilantes are against the law!”

“That may be true,” said Joey, my best friend as far as characters go, who looks like a mummy because he’d been horribly scarred by mutant smallpox and had to wrap himself up in cloth bandages. “But you don’t have to be all dark and mysterious like Batman--or Raynea.” He gave said vigilante-girl a meaningful look(Joey and Raynea never get along too well). “Pretty much the mask is what makes people distrust you. I mean, everybody loves Superman! Why? ‘Cause he doesn’t wear a mask. And besides, you don’t need a secret identity--this isn’t your dimension anyway.”

“Wow, Joey, I’m amazed,” Raynea said sarcastically. “That’s the most words I’ve ever heard you say at one time.”

Joey was indignant. “Hey, I might be quiet, but at least I’m not mean like you.”

“I suppose that takes care of one question,” I said to keep an argument from starting, “but what about the other one? Where do I go?”

Elenya grinned. “No problem. There’s an abandoned treehouse in the woods just outside of town. If I fly you there, it shouldn’t take too long.”

I suddenly got an idea. “Or I could imagine myself a pair of rocket boots! Lightweight, compact, fuel in the soles--goes up to right about here.” I pointed to a spot about two inches below my knee, and the boots appeared. “Black? Icky. How ‘bout white?” They became white. “Perfect! And I’ll need flight stabilizers on my hands--fingerless gloves that go to my elbow.” Said flight stabilizers appeared instantly. “Ha ha! Cool! Oh, and the rockets turn on by a switch I have to kick on the left heel.” Grinning, I kicked on the rockets and I lifted into the air; I’d always wanted to fly. “This is so cool!!!!! Lead the way, ‘Len. All the rest of you, Lo Irin!” (Lo Irin is what I have to say to make my characters go back into my head.)

The treehouse was small, about 10 years old I guessed from its condition. Once inside, I did a little “redecorating”--I used my imagination to repair the door, install glass in the windows, and furnish the place with a small dresser, a desk to put my writing stuff in, a little metal-rimmed bad, and a full-length mirror. Oh, and a lamp. ^_^ “Okay then” I said, admiring my work. “Now, if I’m gonna be a superhero, I need a costume, right?”

Elenya helped me design a costume. I imagined a white tank top with spaghetti straps, making sure it wasn’t too revealing, and put a cute, swirly heart design in magenta, decorated with little faux jewels, on its front. Then a white pleated skort reaching five inches above the knee, with a single magenta stripe running along the hem. “I like it,” I said, turning around so the skirt spun. “I really like it.”

“What’ll we call you, though?” Elenya wondered.

“Hmmmm…..” I said thoughtfully. “How about Dreamer Girl?”

Semper Fidelis,