She wore her hair uncomfortably long for her age, a mess of matted locs. People on the neighborhood assumed she had no family since no one came to visit.Every now and then, she came out of the house to get the mail or take the garbage to the curb. She was always trailed by one of 3 fat cats. Yup, she could have been a classic crazy cat lady, but something was off about her. She dressed very nice and stood straight as a board when she left for work. She could have been a teacher or office worker judging by the time she went to and from the house. She was attractive enough. It must have been the craziness that kept men at bay.

Three children were playing in the street. A young guy from around the way came speeding down the road in a yellow Corvette. One of the Bennet girls was hit, the youngest one. Her older brother and guardian, Tay Bennet, came outside to see what the commotion was about. He gave a deep, sorrowful moan as he held his dying little sister.

The woman at the end of the street came out of her house and ran towards Tay with all 3 of her cats behind her. She placed a hand on the girl's forehead. The blood disappeared and the girl stood.

"Thank you," breathed Tay in amazement.

She said nothing. She looked up at the sky at the sound of a crack of thunder. The clouds rolled in out of nowhere.

A ringing like the rolling of church bells started small then grew loud. It was dark and everyone disappeared with the exception of Tay, the little girl, and the woman from down the street.

She looked worried. She frantically ran towards her cats who'd remained on the curb while she healed the little girl. An unseen force threw her backwards.

Lightning struck in seven places. In those places appeared seven sharply dressed men, pale faced except for dark writing across their faces. They formed a semi circle around the woman. She stood and knocked the dust off her skirt.

"You found us," she said with a smile.

Her bones cracked. She stood 6 feet tall and with her hair pulled back from her face, she looked 10 years younger. Where the cats were now stood three teenagers. All of them, the seven men, the former cats, and the woman sprouted wings of varying colors. The seven men all had white wings, the woman back, and the cats had wings in colors relating to their fur patterns.

Tay sat on the ground entranced.

At the sound of another crack of thunder, another winged person appeared. This time a bare chested black man.

"How could you do this to our children?" He asked the woman gesturing towards the cats.

"Enough," bellowed one of the seven men.

He pulled a black sword from out of this air and poised to attack the woman.