GIFTED CHILD

POV: Darcy

It felt strange to wake up. My brain ached, and I had unsettling memories. Monsters and shadows. Additionally, light. A brilliant light that dispelled the shadows.

"Darcy?" Mom spoke softly. "How are you feeling?"

I blinked and looked about me. My parents were in my room, but I was alone. That was peculiar. I said, "I'm okay." "What happened?"

Mom and Dad exchanged a look. They appeared concerned. Dad said, "What do you remember?" I gave it some serious thinking. "Shadows were present. Negative shadows. Jeremy was also terrified. And after that, light?" My mother took a seat on my bed. "Darcy, an incident occurred. Something... unique."

"Special?" I was unable to comprehend. Dad gave a nod. "My dear, you accomplished something incredible. You kept us alive." I was truly perplexed now. "How? I'm only a little child." Mom grasped my hand. "Darcy, you're not simply a child. You are unique. You're gifted.

"Gifts?" I straightened up. "Like presents?" Dad laughed. "Not precisely.