There's nothing quite like having the luxury of sleep. It's a blessing for many people to close their eyes and know that nothing will harm them. I used to have the luxury of knowing sleep and enjoying it, but that changed some time ago. Now I spend my nights scouring the area for beings that wish to disrupt the peaceful sleep that others enjoy. My name is Christina Talon and I'm a sensor. This means that I've been given a duty to protect the people of our world from outside forces that wish to corrupt them. It's not an easy task and few people are actually willing to do it.

I didn't always know about my duty or what it even meant to be a sensor. In fact, my life was pretty normal throughout most of my life. My family and I lived in a tiny town some distance away from the suburbs. It was the sort of place where everybody knew everybody. I personally preferred the quiet atmosphere of the country over the loud and hectic nature of the city.

But I'll be honest for a minute and admit something. Not everything about my life was entirely normal. Since I was young, I've always been able to see things differently from others. Like most people, I have my normal sense of vision. However, there's also a second vision that I have. It's hard to describe, but I'll do my best.

My second vision sees everything that moves and lives as a shade of color. For example, blades of grass moving in the wind appear as dashes of green. Animals come in a variety of colors, but they appear as moving blobs that sometimes pulse. I'm pretty much blind in this sense. My normal sense of vision disappears whenever I enter this mode of vision. However, I actually prefer this over my normal eyes and often use it as my default vision.

A lot of my free time was spent outside having fun with this vision. I'd sit for hours and watch the colors flash by in the forest near my home. I didn't dare tell my parents about this because the concept itself sounded too ridiculous for anyone to believe. Not that I minded. It was kind of fun to be able to do something nobody else could.

I'd soon learn that what I had was part of something much greater. It would happen in the most unexpected way as well.

It started on a pretty normal night. The moon had risen and everybody else was asleep. My parents had fallen asleep long ago, leaving me to enjoy the night alone. Quietly and swiftly, I snuck on my sneakers, went down the stairs, and left my home without waking anybody up.

The world was such a different place at night. Very few people were awake and the only sounds I could hear were that of nature. I closed my eyes and watched as the world opened up even further. At first there was nothing but darkness. That quickly went away as strings of white flashed across my vision. Pulsing brown spots would appear in all sorts of places while the occasional brown streak would run by. I felt like I was watching art come to life when this sort of thing happened.

I wasted no time and entered the forest with a feeling of excitement rushing through me. Colors flashed as I ran through the grounds rough terrain. It was all so breathtaking.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. That includes my second vision. I felt a sharp pain in my head as the color streaks and blots began to fade away, revealing the dull world that most people saw. Gone were the vibrant flashes. In their place were stationary trees that looked like neglected statues.

The fun of exploration had disappeared at the same time my second vision did. I went over to a nearby tree and rested against it. It was still nice to get a glimpse of the outdoors, even if my second vision wasn't around. I felt my eyelids growing heavy as I looked into the clear sky. I'd been staying up late for too many nights and now it was starting to catch up with me. My body eased up as my eyes slowly started to close.


My eyelids immediately opened up as a distant sound echoed across the forest. Birds flew away and a couple trees fell over in the aftermath of the crash. I stood right up and ran straight for it. No way was I going to miss out on whatever exciting thing waited for me.

I ran over to the area where the trees had fallen. They were only a two minute run from where I stood. You should have seen the mess created. It looked like a tiny meteor had struck the forest. More then a couple trees were down and in the middle of the chaos was a small crater in the ground. I hesitantly moved over to it.

Clouds of dust were pushed away by the wind to reveal a boy about my age lying face first in the ground. He had light brown hair from what I could tell. He also wore clothes that covered every part of body, even though it was the middle of summer.

I assumed he was dead at that point. Nobody could have survived a fall like that. Panicked, I turned my head in every direction with hope that someone would find us. A boy had just fallen from the sky and died. There was no other way to describe it. So many questions ran into my head that at very moment. It was hard to keep up with all of them.

"Ugh…excuse me?" a voice said.

I yelped in surpise and jumped away.

"Who said that?" I asked, my voice quivering.

"I did," the voice said weakly.

I looked down at the boy. He lifted his head off of the ground and stared at me through amber colored eyes.

"Who are—"

"Lance," the boy said wearily. "Call me Lance Silverwing."

"How are you alive?" I asked. My mind still couldn't process how he'd fallen, let alone him actually surviving it.

The boy groaned loudly as he lifted himself off the ground. I could see his body shaking as she stood up for the first time.

"D-Doesn't matter," he said with a quivery voice. "I am the savior of people, friend of justice, and enemy of evil. I am—"


He fell back on the ground before he could even complete his speech.

I lowered my head close to his ear.

"I think you need to be treated," I said.

"Nonsense," Lance sputtered. "A soldier of the night such as myself has no need for rest."

I cocked my head at his heavily injured body. "You really look like you could use it," I said.

Lance groaned as he made another attempt to stand back up. He couldn't even lift his legs. "Uh…do you think you could keep this between us?" he asked in a hushed whisper. "It'd be pretty embarrassing for an esteemed hero like myself to be caught resting on a couch somewhere."

I shrugged my shoulders and lifted him off the ground. He was a lot heavier than he looked.

"Just shut up and let me help you," I grunted.

"Uh…thanks," he said bashfully. "Mind telling me your name?"

"Christina," I grunted. It was going to be a while before I got his boy back into my home. "Now tell me how you ended up in the sky."

"W-WHAT?" Lance shouted. He was so loud that I dropped in out of surprise. Strangely enough, Lance didn't even seem to mind. He just continued talking away.

"I mean I know that I was pretty loud and indiscreet, but to think that someone actually witnessed that. This isn't good. This really isn't good."

"What isn't?" I asked. This mystery surrounding this boy grew with every word he spoke.

"AGH!" He shouted again, causing me to flinch. "Too much. I've revealed too much. Forget I ever said anything. Hey! That's a pretty-"

"I'm not moving until you tell me right now," I said. I crossed my arms and looked down at him just to make the point even more clear. He gave me a cheeky smile that really didn't go anywhere in response.

Finally, Lance took a deep breath. "Fine," he said. "I should probably warn you. What I'm about to say won't make much sense."

"Nothing really does at this point."

"Fair enough." Lance cleared his throat and swallowed for some reason. "I am a sensor. Basically, I'm a guy with heightened senses. Is this making sense so far?"

I nodded. Somehow that made the most sense compared to everything else.

Lance took another deep breath. "Guys like me serve a purpose. And that purpose is to protect this earth from outsiders that constantly attempt to disrupt the lives of people living here."

I nodded again. This all sounded too weird, but he looked so sincere when he spoke. That, and his mention of heightened senses reminded me of something.

"You don't believe a word I'm saying, do you?" He asked bluntly.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't really know," I replied honestly. "But you did make me curious about something?"

"Didn't I do that from the start?" he asked.

I smirked at him. "Yeah," I said. "But I mean in a different way. You said something about heightened senses…"

"Yeah? What about it?"

I looked away for a moment and then stared right into his eyes. "Does that include being able to see things as if they're shades of colors?"

Lance paused. I could see his mouth slowly opening as he processed what I just said.

"You mean…you're—"

"I don't know," I said. "I just know I've had a sort of second sense for years. I just never knew if it was part of something I knew nothing about."

"Oh, it's definitely something else," Lance muttered. "But I'm feeling kind of sore."

"I thought heroes like yourself didn't need to rest?" I asked sarcastically.

"We make exceptions every once in a while," said Lance. "Now let's get going. I feel like every bone in my body's about to break."