There was only one way to approach the situation: by being very careful. The raging maelstrom of energy was lashing out around Times Square, carving chunks out of buildings and signs as unbridled power flowed out from the central point of the disturbance.

Sidestepping neatly sliced segments of auto-mobiles and hopping over the fallen rubble of buildings, his heart pounded as he dodged ribbons of cosmic force. Someone had to stop the situation, and he was the only one who could do so.

Wind battered at him, forcing him to his hands and knees as he crawled towards the eye of the storm. His eyes were almost shut to try and keep the dirt and debris from blinding him. But he got there, to the centre of the maelstrom, and enfolded the small child there in a hug.

“It’s okay, sweetie… Daddy’s here and everything will be okay.” He whispered, clinging to his daughter as he tried to calm her. Even with her eyes currently appearing as wells of iridescent energy, he could see the streaks of tears on her face. “Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll sort it.”

“She…” The girl sniffed, her voice hoarse from crying. “She said I was a… mistake. That I wasn’t supposed to be and-”

Holding her close, he planted a kiss on her forehead. “You’re not a mistake, sweetie. You’re my beautiful baby girl, and you are so extraordinary. So you know what we’re going to do?” He said cheerfully, stroking her locks of wavy brown hair back.

“What?” She sniffled, bringing a small hand up to rub at her nose.

“We’re going to prove her wrong by fixing all this mess, just like when you help me around the house. But we can only do that if I see a big smile on your face.” Looking around, he leaned in to whisper. “Like how about an ice cream after we’re done? Cleaning up is hot and heavy work.”

Thinking this over, she peered up at him with a hopeful expression. “Can I get super fruity berry blast ice cream, Daddy?”

“Only if you’re good.” He winked.

And with that, the maelstrom reversed. Streams of energy carried the various debris back to their point of origin, seamlessly fitting Times Square back together again. And as she really wanted her ice cream, and felt bad for what she had done, she let her powers loose to fix it up better than before, with new coats of paint and making everything shiny, as if good as new.

Author’s Note: This week’s 3 Word Wednesday words were: careful, hug, mistake.


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