Gamble on Uncertainty?

Hazel watched as Helen passed away, her eyes closed and a smile etched on her face.

She had said Helen did not deserve peace for the way she'd lived, yet peace was exactly what she had given her before she died.

Hazel let out a weary sigh.

As much as she wanted to act cruel, Hazel found herself doing the opposite.

She wanted to be cruel like Helen, to identify with her, to try to understand how she felt.

But what was the point of that? Hazel didn't want to feel equal to someone who tried so hard to be something she's not.

She didn't want to become a monster like those who tormented her; it simply wasn't appealing.

Hazel rose to her feet and once again stared at her arm.

Her ability enabled her to create almost realistic illusions based on the commands she gives. She had willed the illusion to be something that gave Helen peace, and her ability did its charm.