The Watcher

Through the airplane window, the dark earth glitters with orange light. Citys and towns glow like seams of gold, running throuh dark stone. I look down, seeing the lights twinkle like stars. The clusters of buildings resemble galaxies in the night sky.

From up here, life on the ground looks so peaceful and stable, but in reality it is filled with violence and hatred. I almost would stay up here, high above everything, but I have a duty.

I still remember my relatively normal life before the Realm. Before the magic. The stares I would get when I walked around a certain person, who to the crowd looked innocent on the outside. They could not see the violent and dreadful things in that persons mind. That was my normal.

The crowded New York bungalow that I lived in was my sanctuary after the long high school days. When I went to college, I earned my freedom.

This was all before the man named James came to me.

My name is Sara Davidson, and this is the story of how I became a Watcher.