Dr. Solomon Pierce never meant to change the world.
He only wanted to save it.
In a crumbling lab tucked between a boarded-up church and a liquor store in the heart of New York, he whispered a prayer over a glass beaker.
“Lord… let them be good.”
Sugar.
Spice.
Everything nice.
He smiled softly—ingredients symbolic, childish even. A quiet rebellion against the harshness outside his windows. Sirens. Shouting. Systems that forgot children like the ones on this block.
Then—
A tremor.
A crack in the glass.
And one accidental drop…
**Chemical X.**
The explosion didn’t destroy the lab.
It **created** something.
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Three girls.
Small.
Perfect.
Powerful.
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**LOVE** opened her eyes first.
Calm. Focused. A mind already organizing chaos into strategy. She looked at her sisters like she’d known them forever.
“We’re here for a reason.”
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**HOPE** giggled as she floated slightly above the ground, her laughter soft like Sunday morning choir.
“Everything feels… beautiful.”
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**FAITH** clenched her tiny fists.
Energy pulsed through her bones like thunder.
“Then let’s make it stay that way.”
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They didn’t learn to walk.
They learned to **fly**.
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The City That Didn’t Believe in Them
New York didn’t roll out a red carpet.
It barely noticed them.
Men in suits called their neighborhood “statistical.”
Police called it “high risk.”
The girls called it **home**.
They saw things other kids weren’t supposed to understand yet—
unfairness dressed up as law, silence where there should’ve been
protection.
One night, Hope watched a boy her age get pushed against a police car.
Her glow dimmed.
“Why are they hurting him?”
Faith stepped forward—anger rising.
“Because they think they can.”
Love held them both back.
“Then we show them they can’t.”
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The Game of Power
Tysean didn’t rob banks.
He played **poker**.
Not for money.
For control.
Every card flipped in his underground games shifted something in the city—
politicians influenced, neighborhoods neglected, futures rewritten.
Chance… wasn’t chance.
It was **manipulation**.
And Tysean always won.
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Until three little girls sat at his table.
Feet dangling.
Eyes glowing.
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“You’re cheating,” Hope said innocently.
Tysean smirked. “Sweetheart, the world is cheating.”
Faith cracked her knuckles. “Then we’re about to flip the table.”
Love placed her card down gently.
“No,” she said. “We change the game.”
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The room trembled.
Cards lifted into the air—spinning, glowing.
Tysean’s confident grin faltered.
“What are you?”
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Faith stepped forward first.
“Justice.”
Hope floated beside her.
“Mercy.”
Love stood between them.
“Truth.”
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The cards reshuffled themselves.
Not by probability.
By **fairness**.
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Tysean lost.
For the first time in his life…
He had no control.
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Bedtime
Later that night, back in their small apartment above the lab, the city
finally quiet…
The girls knelt beside their bed.
Hands clasped.
Eyes closed.
“Dear God,” Hope whispered,
“help us make tomorrow better.”
Faith added, “And stronger.”
Love finished softly,
“And fair.”
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Outside—
Sirens still echoed.
Injustice still lingered.
The world wasn’t fixed.
Not even close.
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But now—
It had **them**.
Three sisters.
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And that changed everything.
About the Creator
Violet Hamilton
Harlem born. Author of Shark Weak. Wrote multiple Award-Winning Cast and Crew screenplay "What If" and "Trickster." Educated. World traveler. I now reside in Long Island, New York. I adore writing. It's the only time I get to play God.
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