The Light Mercenary

I chased her down into a room lit by a single candle. She had a long black robe on, all that could be seen from the hood itself was dim fluorescent light with a blue hue. We had stood there in silence for what seemed liked hours. The trance was broken when she reached up and pushed the hood of the robe back. She was...different, different from anything I had ever seen in my short time life. Her hair was swept to one side and it was unimaginably so many different colors, the intensity of them hurt my eyes quite a bit. “Who..Who are you?” I could only croak my words out, my throat felt dry from nervousness. This woman managed to cause a blackout through the town and now I had her trapped. She smirked at me “Have you ever seen a candles flame go dull?” I tilted my head in confusion before looking to the side. The room seemed to grow darker then my eyes landed on it, the flame has gone grey. The wick tilted and the flame, now solid, fell and shattered. I turned back to her to only recognize that the only light in the room was coming from  the mass floating above her hand. “Seems you’ve never met a light user before.” She pushes her glasses up and looked at me with amusement in her eyes. I couldn’t find the words to explain what I just witnessed, so I stood there in shock.