With all that had just happened, a question struck my mind... 

Why were we running if they could have done that and be done with it!? 

It was obvious that they were strong, but what made them run? Did they know the person?

The light still shone brightly in the dark. Their anger was still there, due to the look of irritation that crossed their now seeable face. It was clear that it was aimed at the dead man. They didn't seem to have an inch of remorse for that guy and turned their attention back to me. 

They gave me a soft smile that reddened their cheeks with delight. Which made me feel as if nothing had happened at all.

They brushed my short hair to the side of my forehead to get a closer look at my eyes. Their hands were soft to the touch as if they wouldn't want to inflict any harm on the crying baby in their arms. 

Even though everything about them was warm and friendly, their eyes looked dull and full of sadness. Even though their eyes held sorrow, I couldn’t help but find their golden eyes to be (even if it was a bit blurry) beautiful. I did not spend too much time staring into their eyes, 'cause my attention landed on their hair. It was red silver, and in the moonlight made them look like a fairy.

I started to calm down when I could fully take in their characteristics, and my crying began to fade away. I smiled up at them, and they took a sigh of relief as I calmed down. 

It was now obvious the person undeniably presented as female. So what do I call this mysterious lady? 

I lifted my tiny arms to try to bring her face closer to mine. She put her finger on the palm of my hand as if to give me a tiny high five. My hand reflexly grabbed on to her finger (now I fully understand the pains of being a baby). 

I didn't want to high five you! I started to pout. She squinted her eyes merrily, and I saw her form words with her lips,

“Everything is going to be alright”.