Lili was born into a cult. A false, hoax cult. The Leader had overseen her birth and claimed her to be the Divine Child, a vessel of their god. Her parents were ecstatic, their daughter was special. Even Lili herself believed it. And now, she was to preform her first 'miracle'.

Lili's hands trembled as she held them over the sick man’s forehead. His skin was pale, his breaths shallow. The Elders had told her he would die without her.

"You must heal him, Lilith. The Divine has given you this gift."

But she didn’t have a gift. She was just a girl.

Still, she pressed her palms against his fevered skin, whispering the words the Elders had taught her.

Behind her, unseen by the congregation, an Elder poured something into the man’s mouth.

A remedy. Medicine disguised as a miracle.

Moments later, the man stirred, gasping.

The crowd gasped too.

"She is truly blessed!"

Lili exhaled in relief. Maybe she was special.

Maybe she really was the Divine Child.

Maybe.