With the sands of time came mankind. But how did God, and the gods themselves, come to be?
This was a question that plagued a boy named Michael Ozor. Born into a world steeped in mystery, he had always been fascinated by the unknown. The diversity of life, the unanswered questions and the mysteries that surrounded his existence only fuelled his endless curiosity.
Michael's world was unlike ours. Here, humans possessed extraordinary abilities, powers shaped by the stories they carried and the emotions that defined them. These abilities could neither be inherited nor learned. They were simply given. By whom, however, remained a mystery.
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, on the other hand, drew power from their own pain, their abilities emerging from grief and the lingering echoes of their past.
Then there were the Hybrids.
Rare individuals capable of wielding both external and internal forces, Hybrids were considered exceptional. They could draw upon emotions from within themselves and from those around them, giving rise to powers that were vast, unpredictable and seemingly limitless.
Michael had no idea which category he belonged to.
His abilities had yet to awaken, leaving him with countless questions. Would he depend on others like a Relier? Bury himself in the pain of his past like a Mourner? Or perhaps unlock the boundless potential of a Hybrid?
His future, much like the world around him, remained uncertain. A mystery waiting to unfold.
In a city illuminated by countless lights, a boy walked through the rain, his spirits low. The streets were bustling with life, yet he felt completely disconnected from it all.
"Even she is too busy," he muttered.
The gloomy streets seemed to echo his frustration. The raindrops falling against his skin became his closest companions, concealing the pain he couldn't bring himself to express.
This boy was Michael.
And Michael was Ozor.
Together, we tell our story.
Michael Ozor was soon to turn eighteen, yet he longed for death as though he had already lived through a war. It wasn't necessarily because he was depressed. Rather, he felt out of place. Like a freak.
In a world where people possessed extraordinary abilities, whether they were Reliers, Mourners or Hybrids, Michael was nothing more than an ordinary 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 what he believed life had to offer. He had travelled, suffered and loved. Yet, somehow, none of it seemed to matter anymore. Nothing excited him. Every attempt to find meaning in his existence had ended in disappointment.
His thoughts drifted to the two girls in his life.
One had ruined him, yet brought a kind of chaos he couldn't resist. The other made him feel something he rarely experienced: happiness.
And despite having both in his life, he still didn't want to live.
A rather disturbing paradox, wouldn't you say?
Now, you might be wondering what a tall, lean, caramel-skinned boy like Michael was doing, wandering through the rain with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
But height isn't everything.
On this particular night, Michael felt like crawling into a hole and disappearing, escaping the chaos that had taken over his mind.
But enough of that.
Let's rewind a little...
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