I watch the orphanage from across the street as the three adults exit the building. Two of them are clearly the parents of the child they entered with and the third is so nondescript I’m not sure anyone but me could recognise him for who he is. I, however, can see the light inside him, marking him as someone touched in some way by one of the twin gods.

  Ugh, ‘twin gods’’, even I’m using the term now, I think vaguely disgusted with the fact. I look down at the wispy, blue light, and my resolve strengthens. I know Creator said never to directly interfere, but surely after everything?

  I sigh, and walk across the street and straight through the wall of the orphanage. Once inside, I head upstairs straight to the room of the new arrival and walk through the door as if it wasn’t even there.

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  I go over to the bed where the child is sleeping peacefully and look at them. They’re a girl, maybe only 3 or 4 years old, and they really don’t deserve any of this. Not what this twisted country has done to them and their family, nor what I’m about to do to them.

  Once again, I curse the numerous limitations Creator placed on me, before shaking my head and committing to this course.

  I bring the blue, wispy light in my hand down over the sleeping child and watch as it settles and slowly seeps into the child’s very being.

  I kneel down and place a soft kiss against the child’s forehead.

  “I’m so, so sorry. To both of you.” I whisper softly, before letting myself drift backwards and through the walls of the orphanage until I float down back onto the street. I give the orphanage one last look before I leave the city for good, unable to stomach this place anymore.