The Beginning

I pulled the blanket tighter aound myself. The ground beneath me was hard and rough, I knew my back would be sore tomorrow. Running away seemed like a good idea at the time. My dad was drunck again, I didn’t want to deal. So I bailed. Can you blame me?

It was colder tonight than it had been in a long time. My fingers and toes were numb. I knew if I wanted to I could heat my body, but my Power was that last thing I wanted to use right now. I curled in on myself, pulling my knees up to my chest and rapping my arms around them.


It was an easy thing to come by in a city like ours. Men fought for it, killing needlessly to obtain it. Then of course there are those of us born with power. Power that most wouldn’t understand. This is the power that flows through my veins. My mother was like me, when I really think about it the onoly thing connecting me to her anymore is the Power. She died when I was only a baby. I’ve had no person to explain to me how to use my Power. But maybe one day I will….

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