- Solar Heiress -
The sun doesn't protect itself. It needs a superhero for that. That's where I come in, that is, if I wasn't so busy using my superpowers for useless, social activities.
Being a heiress to the solar system is not easy, and having super powers on top of outer galactic wealth AND knowledge doesn't make it any less challenging. I have a lot of things to worry about: Like whether my friends like me or not, if I have runs on my stockings, and going to bed on time. It's hard working around the clock, constantly being nagged by the sun to, "wake up, a comet is coming" and "planet earth hasn't seen sun in two days"
"Gosh mom! I get it! What ever, I'll work," I say before I roll out of bed and put my magic to the test. With a half forced yawn and out reaching my palms towards space, I release a band of heat surrounding the sun large enough to keep anything, living and just existing, out of our path. I don't rest, I work continuously, with furry burning in my eyes. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop my force of protection. Nothing, that is, until I get a text message two minutes in. What?