War. Always happening. Secret, public, political, physical. It doesn't matter, it's always going on. I just happened to unveil the truth.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Jason Lai Wood, I'm Gifted and one of the most powerful, I'm six foot and two inches, My ethnicity is Black, White, and Asian, I have natural purple eyes and long black and silver hair, I hate ignorant and selfish people and bullies.

My life was cozy at first. I lived in a nice two-story house, my grandfather was always close by. My father was an office worker for a pro-Gifted press. He made enough money to where we didn't have to worry about most expenses or whether or not if we could pay bills. We were lucky. Most people like us couldn't even afford a good house.

My mom was an officer who patrolled our small town near the border of the Republic and America. She was normal like most of the population. Even though there was tension between the regular humans and us, she believed in equal treatment of the Gifted. She had blonde hair and ocean blue eyes and she was lean. She was always at odds with my grandfather who tried to train me in the art of combat.

Back then I was ten years old and figuring out how to use my powers. Although my mother disagreed with my grandfather, he taught me to use my abilities and told me great things about my family.

"More focus Lai, gently set it down." Grandfather said. " Good..now throw it into the neighbor's yard. I don't like our neighbor's, too noisy." He was eighty and sometimes he couldn't keep up with me, but eighty was more or less like forty compared to humans. He had straight, silky hair that was long enough to tie up in a ponytail. His eyes were a piercing yellow color.

That day we were practicing my telekinesis, experimenting with powered attacks. Plasma, super strength, telekinesis, anything that gave me an edge in combat.

"Concentrate on that box then make a fist." Grandfather urged, he always seemed excited to see me practice. I did exactly what I was told and smashed the box. He gave me a high five then laughed.

"Just like your grandmother.." There it was again, that far away look. I never knew grandmother, all I knew about her was that she had dark skin and purple eyes and, as my grandfather told me, she had long and silver hair that shined in the moonlight.

"Her voice was as smooth as a newborn's skin, her eyes were a startling purple, and her lips..", he paused and chuckled, " her body was lean and brown and she sang like the birds and mastered any guitar just by touching it." He went on and on about her sometimes, I was never bored or grossed out. I had my own girlfriend, so I understood. Her name was Alice, she had crimson red hair and silver eyes. Our bond was strong and it wasn't like other childhood relationships that fade eventually, no it was something else.

"Well, anyway...Let's do one more thing before we go inside. I want to something..something rare a few can do." My lips stretched into a smile as I got excited to try.

"Really, what is it?" I asked, my excitement climbing and my pulse quickening.

"We shall see, but if you can't, just brush it away. Don't let it diminish your joy or pride." I nodded and stood straight up, waiting for instructions.

He gave me a dagger, etched with strange symbols and partially made of technology. "Press your finger on the handle and focus your energy into the dagger, combine it with the blade and see what happens.." Since the downfall of South America, the American government and World powers reinstated the use of olden weapons and fused them with technology to make efficient weapons when bullets are not an option. The blade glowed with electricity and fire and turned purple, I got curious and set up a log then threw the dagger at it and it made the log burst into splinters. My grandfather just looked in awe and wide eyed at me.

"Jason Lai Wood, I envy you. For years, I have tried that technique and never could do so until five years ago. Only ten in a thousand can do what you just did, Weapon Wielders are those who can combine their power with weaponry and enhance it ten fold." My mom interrupted him by rushing outside and putting two and two together. "What were you doing with Jason, Dad?" My grandfather only chuckled and pointed at the wood splinters and the blade embedded in the ground. "You did not. Marcus! I asked you not to, if someone else finds out only God knows who the hell will take him away! Weapon Wielders at a young age can be taken away and Jason already has four abilities, making him a viable target." My grandfather held his hand up and showed her his tattoo.

"I swear on my family name-your family name, that he won't be taken away." My grandfather smiled and that seemed to calm my mother down. "Fine. You can train him but no one knows, except Alice." She turned on her heel and went back in the house. Granddad went into the shed and brought out two swords, except they weren't sharp and were only dull and made the same way the blade was. "We start with striking and learning how to make barriers with your telekinesis, then parrying and we move on to other weapons as soon as you get good with the others." From then on, afternoons with homework turned to training with swords, daggers, bows, guns, maces, and any weapon you could think of. In a matter of six months I had experience with several weapons and could beat my father in sparring. It was my eleventh birthday and I had asked for my first sword of my own.

My smile stretched across my face as I held it in my hands and wielded it, synchronizing my power with the weapon. "The Blacksmith said it was his finest and he tested a replica on as many hard objects as he could and it would not break. It's also collapsible to the size of a dagger so you can put it away easier and hide it if need be. Happy Birthday from us Grandson." Alice approached me and kissed my cheek and slipped on a ring on my finger, making me blush and the family smile. "My mom bought this at the smithery too, it can protect you and will always let me know if you're safe. Please never take it off." She slipped away very slowly and winked at me.

My grandfather leaned down and whispered. "That's your future wife. That ring produces a signal to hers and will tell her where you are, energy signature, and heartbeat. You can see her own as well." I zapped him and turned pink. "Thank you Alice, I wish I had something to give you." She smiled and blushed. "Y-you already have."

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Everyone was asleep by now, except for me and my grandfather. Alice had gone home and told me to text her later. My grandfather was looking to the sky and smiling at the stars. "Jason when you look at the stars, what do you see?" We were in the backyard, surrounded by our white fence and laying in the grass. I smiled at him and patted his shoulder. "All the souls that shine down on our Earth, providing light and guidance to us." He smiled back at me and pulled me closer to him. "That's beautiful and perfect."

The harsh sounds of gunshots woke me from the illusion of safety and the troops that surrounded us. Then came my mom's shrill scream, abruptly cut off by a grunt. Her head rolled into view as her body fell. Her blood stained the sliding glass doors of our small two story house. My grandfather unsheathed his katana and I did the same with mine, despite crying and slowly becoming overwhelmed with grief and horror.

"You'll pay for that!" My grandfather lit his katana up and cut straight through the troops defense and worked with grace as he kept me safe and killed the assailants. "The Republic! We gotta go!" I stood there frozen. "B-but mom, she's..." My grandfather sheathed my weapon and brought it with him as he scooped me up and ran through the house and suddenly dropped me. My vision was blurry as I reached around then saw my grandfather standing in the doorway. "Grandpa?" He turned his head back with tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry." He was kicked to the ground by a woman who held a dagger out. The woman was clad in a leotard and a bulletproof vest with matching combat boots and camouflage pants, her hair was a bloodred and her cold blue eyes looked at me with amusement. Her guards flooded the room as she stepped forward.

"There's our little prize dears, get him and make sure his dear family is dead." I screamed out and took my sword to strike her. She simply blocked it and flicked it back but I wasn't ready to give up, she made it personal by killing my family. My vision had clouded with tears and red as I battled her, cutting into her followers as they tried to intercept me and blasting energy at her when she got too close. Finally, when it was just the two of us I was soaked in sweat and blood and was ready to kill. I didn't care anymore, I wanted the blood of her and wanted to murder her because she killed my family. How dare she? The offense was enough for me to take my grandfather's katana and dual wield the two swords. I delivered a barrage of attacks, swift and precise. She simply laughed and blocked all of them, seeming amused and enjoying it.

"Damn psychopath!" I brought both of my swords through her leg and kicked her away. She screamed in agony and pain. She levitated back in the air and threw and hit my thigh with her dagger making me fall and yell in pain. I slammed her into the ground but a fist knocked me to the ground. "Little fool! Do you know who I am?! I am the Supreme Commander Zoeanne Jackson of the Republic! You better be glad I need you!" She screamed at me as her guard tended to her leg, or what was left of it. I smiled and cried as I was knocked out. My family is gone, my life as I knew it was gone, the innocence of a child shattered.