With the sands of time came man. But how did God and the gods come to be? This question plagued a boy named Michael Ozor, for he had been born into a world steeped in mystery, where diversity and the unknown fueled his endless curiosity.
Michael's world was not like ours. Here, humans possessed extraordinary abilities, powers that reflected the stories they carried and the emotions that shaped them. These abilities were not inherited or learned, but given—by whom, no one knew.
The gifted were divided into three groups: the Reliers, the Mourners, and the Hybrids.
Reliers drew their strength from the emotions of others, relying on the bonds they formed to reach their full potential. Mourners, however, were fueled by their own pain, their powers emerging from grief and the echoes of their past. Then there were the Hybrids—those rare individuals who could wield both external and internal forces. Hybrids were special, able to tap into limitless emotion, their powers vast and unpredictable.
Michael had no idea which he was.
His abilities had yet to awaken, leaving him to wonder: would he depend on others like a Relier, bury himself in the past like a Mourner, or unlock the boundless power of a Hybrid? His future, like the world around him, was uncertain—a mystery waiting to unfold.
In the rainy city, bustling with lights and people, a boy walked down the street in defeat. He was tired of this loop called life, murmuring to himself, "Even she is too busy." The dark, gloomy streets echoed his frustration, while the raindrops became his closest friends companions, hiding the pain he couldn't express.
This boy was Michael. And Michael was Ozor. And together, we relay our story.
Michael Ozor, soon to be 18, longed for death as though he'd lived through a war. Not because he was depressed, but because he felt out of place—a freak. In a world where people had powers—whether they were reliers, moaners, or hybrids—Michael was nothing more than a boy who could inhale oxygen. At his age, others were happy, in relationships, and had long since awakened their abilities. But not Michael. He had already experienced it all—traveling, suffering, loving—and now, nothing excited him. Every attempt to add meaning to his life only ended in failure.
Michael's mind drifted to the two girls in his life. One had ruined him but brought a sense of chaos he couldn't resist. The other made him feel something rare for him—happiness. And yet, he didn't want to live anymore. It was a disturbing paradox.
Now, you might wonder what a tall, lean, caramel-skinned boy like Michael was doing, walking in the rain, weighed down by the world. But height isn't everything. On this night, Michael felt like crawling into a hole, disappearing from the chaos in his head.
Let's rewind a little…
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