"Everyone's power is determined at birth. At least, that part's true. What you do with it afterward, that's what really makes the difference."
In this world, there are three kinds of people.
First, the Seers. They've got the unnerving ability to look beyond the normal human realm. Some can predict battle tactics before a fight even starts, and others can chat with the recently deceased. Creepy, right?
Then you've got the Tenjinaji, imaginative warriors who conjure weapons straight out of their minds. Impressive, sure, but they're usually a little reckless... and a little too eager for blood.
And finally, the Blessed Children. We just call them BCs. They're the lucky ones. The kids who always seem one step ahead in everything. They even get the rare privilege of knowing what their power will be before their twentieth birthday.
Me? I'm Oscar. And if my math's right, I'm about six years overdue on finding out what I am. The doctors say it's rare, but not impossible, for someone to never receive a gift. Those of us left behind get called the Forgotten. Sounds worse than it is. We're only about three percent of the population, and honestly? I've made my peace with it.
I don't need to see ghosts or swing around a massive battle-axe. I've got my nine-to-five job, a quiet apartment, and a very boring life. Still... I wouldn't mind if something interesting happened once in a while.
Take last week, for example. I was watching the news when a Ravencrest Titan appeared out of nowhere and leveled an entire village not too far from here. A squad of Tenjinaji had to be sent in, but half of them were ripped to shreds before they finally brought the thing down.
Yeah. That would suck.
So maybe my life isn't so bad after all.
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Invisible Potential
FantasyEveryone is born with a gift. Except the Forgotten. Oskar has lived his whole life as one of them, ordinary, overlooked, invisible. Until the night something inhuman follows him home...and leaves its mark. Now his body is changing. Adapting. Becomin...
