The Power of One

She looks up at the sky, the time is drawing near. Everywhere you look, the face is full of fear. The people left are fleeing, the hope they had has fled. The time is comming closer, soon all left will be dead. The tidle wave is comming now, it begins to flood the street. But once it passes over, the city is nowhere near beat. The houses still stand, as sturdy and strong. Everything is perfect, and where it should belong. One child stands, her eyes are wide. No destruction is left behind from the tide. The child's powers are strong, as I now see. Now I should tell you, that child happens to be me.