Chapter 1: Gwennora
Ever since I was born, people have been scared of me. I’m not saying they have a bad reason. The second I was out and in the world, I shot out such immense power that everyone in the room disappeared to who knows where, and only the children survived. As I was on the very top floor, it was only me and the boy next door. The pillar in front of him blocked most of my uncontrollable power, but it hit his hair, which for some reason turned his dark black hair white. Just like mine. Of course, everyone tried to stay their distance away from me, as to not face the same terrible fate. In fact, they were so scared that they never moved Aaron, the boy in the next room. His mother wasn’t there to name him, so they named him Aaron, because it meant “Mountain of Strength,” and they thought he had immense strength for being able to “deflect” my “attack.” Of course, there was one lady who fed us, taught us to speak, and all the things we needed to survive, so we did not have to be victims of child abuse.
Naturally, we practically became siblings. But when the woman passed, the hospital abandoned us again. So we survived by stealing from the kitchens for food and water. While we were planning our escape to get out of here, we realized that if I could master my powers, we could get out of here pretty easily. So I practiced my power almost every day until I had a pretty good control over it. When we were seven, we broke out of the window using my powers to safely land us on the ground. We adjusted pretty quickly, and Aaron found a nice sword in an alleyway.
People were obviously freaking out about my escape, because they pictured me as some kind of monster whose only intent was to suck out everybody’s soul. It’s not. We thought we would have a perfect life with no problems, but my life was far from that…
