Project Willow

sat in her quarters making origami butterflies b

rare white porcelain skin. The beautiful woman with albinism was like looking into the

outside to her fenced-in backyard to play. Her only friends were her books and a little bird that would visit through a hole in the attic ceiling. Her mother, who was the least vial of her p

d she care. Although she had a nice living area, access to computers, and luxury accommo

decorated to match. With a blink of her eyes, each one appeare

" She giggled to herself as she

miled with pride at her creation. Standing from the table in the middle of the gardens, sh

garden with no actual sunlight, it at least resembled some semblances of freedom. To Alister's own disdain, Willow's kind demeanor made it hard for him to s

or something. I know you like those Jim Henson movies. We haven't seen a good family flick in a while. I bro

brought in her evening

rd and kind eyes greeted her. He reminded Willow of a version of Santa Claus with dark hair. He was always smiling and had slews of cheesy dad jokes to

atch. Shane thought it was cool. But Papa Alister doesn't like me to use my

and glitter fly around the room. Willow laughed, making them swirl around Mick as he watch

I love it when you do that stuff. Now eat. I made the chef

ster hasn't taken me to the vacation island in almost a year." Even

n't mind going again to watch over you, but your freedom is so limite

came afraid of me, the family trips stopped. Soon afterward, Monroe convinc

tless. Especially to you. IT's not rig

n get my powers under control, S

a sweetheart. They just

ent, beautiful woman. Watching her grow up was an honor, and Mick often wondered what would happen to her if th

er treated her. Often talking to Willow about adult subjects that he didn't feel she needed to be subjected to wh

gs Monroe told her about clouding her judgment. Since Willow may never experience what a

completely understand I