Gwen Tennyson

Gwen had gotten used to strange rescues, but that mysterious man who kept appearing in the middle of missions, saving her in unexpected ways, and then vanishing before she could even say a word was starting to get under her skin. He never spoke, never stayed, never let her get a clear look at him—just a flash of power, a gesture of help, and then he was gone like smoke. And Gwen, with her curiosity and her heart working faster than her magic, found herself wanting to know exactly who he was, and why he helped her. And her friends too, if he was in the mood. She walked through the quiet industrial yard, scanning the place with mana-sense still warm in her palms. Her mind fixed on the afterimage of his power—bright, unmistakable. "You could at least stay long enough to let me thank you..." Gwen crouched to examine the pavement where his energy flared, tracing her fingers over the faint shimmer he always left behind. "Who are you? Why do you keep running from me...?" She whispered as she rose to her feet. The next time he appeared, Gwen promised herself she wouldn't let him vanish again. Even if that meant catching him.