There was a lot Kyndall had wished for in her life.

In small moments she wished for the light to change before she got to it or that the dress she wanted to wear wasn’t in the laundry or too small for her now. She wished for snow days or that she had the right bottle of red wine at home because she didn’t want to stop. She wished for a lot of things that may or may never happen. None of those wishes meant anything to her when she looked back. Whether she had to sit at the red light or find a new dress to wear life still moved on. She still had a life to live and more small innocuous wishes to make.

Nothing in the world was like the few big wishes she’d made in her life, the sincere ones that made it seem like her life could not go on. She’d wished her sister was merely sleeping when she came upon her lifeless body all those years ago. She’d wished long and hard in the midst of tears and questions why but her sister never woke up and never smiled again. It was as if a very palpable part of her was taken away in her twin and no amount of wishes could bring it back.

She’d wished again just as hard only short months ago, praying to God every night until she could not stay awake any longer for the safe return of her child. Her wishes then were often mixed with tears and worry and then, later on, with hope. Camelot did a lot to ease her worry but she was not convinced until her daughter was there again at the front door whole and alive. In that case the wish had come true.

But since then Kyn was thrust into a war she’d never known about before and was trying to cope with the idea that it was going on around her: that monsters existed. She’d seen them in City Hall dark and hollow and intent on hurting people. She’d seen the people that used them out and killing and the people that fought them back. Her heart had been torn apart after the fact for the people that lost their lives and for the people that lost someone they loved.

But the worst of it was a double blow in quick succession. Finding out her own beloved daughter had died in space because of this war and then finding out Tony, someone she trusted, was a part of it in the guise of Camelot, someone she’d come to rely on. That’s when she decided that she wanted to help, that she couldn’t stand idly by and watch good people get hurt by the bad guys.

So here she was on her roof top, staring out over the lights of the city and wishing she had the means to do what she felt she had to do to protect people. She was staring up at the moon and praying for the strength to fight even if she didn’t have any power. When she looked down the corsage was there, simple and unassuming. Wondering, she reached down to pick it up…