Evander

I’ll give credit where credit is due and admit that Kenna is fast. She darts across the grassy expanse of wide open farmland at a speed I hadn’t expected, and I find myself jogging to try to catch up to her.

She cuts between two barns and disappears into a shadow of silver mist.

“Kenna,” I pant, looking around for the tell tale signs she’s near.

A twig crunches in the distance. I whirl around to see footsteps shifting through the grass. They disappear as Kenna–invisible to the naked eye–climbs over a fence and down an embankment.

She came into this ability as a child. I vividly remember the...