I was still staring at my reflection in shock, trying to process my eyes—the swirling green and black that didn't belong to me. My mind was racing, my heart pounding, when suddenly a loud bang echoed through my small house.
"Who's there?" I called, my voice trembling. No answer came.
Another bang followed, louder this time. My stomach twisted into knots.
Hesitating for only a moment, I opened the door. Standing there was a man, tall and calm, with sharp eyes that seemed to look right through me.
"I know what you did," he said, his voice low and serious.
Fear shot through me. "What… what are you talking about?" I stammered.
"Your powers," he said. "Your eyes."
I froze. Every muscle in my body wanted to run, but somehow I found myself stepping aside, letting him into my house.
As soon as the door closed, I blurted out, "How… how do you know about my powers and my eyes?"
The man's expression softened slightly. "I can't remember who told me," he said, "but someone mentioned that those eyes only appear in your family… that they're incredibly rare."
My mind spun. "Wait… so what? I'm part of some family?"
"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. "I grew up in this village my whole life. I don't know who my mom or dad is… I was raised in a shelter."
The man nodded slowly. "That's all I know. I only know about those eyes… and your powers. What you have is very powerful."
I swallowed hard, staring at him. Powerful. That word rang in my head, both thrilling and terrifying.
What does that even mean? What am I capable of?
For the first time, the weight of my new reality pressed down on me. This wasn't just about surviving monsters anymore. This… this was something bigger.