Dead Wrong

Prologue

Something you have to know about me and the world I live in if for some reason you've lived under a rock for the last decade. Or lived in one of those places that's so cut off from the rest of the world that you've missed whole world events. The world as we knew it went through a major shift approximately a decade ago. It was the fourteenth of January 2009 when it was noticed by the public and from there, global news. One day, ten years ago, certain people woke up and they were now something different. Something more. They could do things that no human should rightly do.

It was like a superhero film or something, people woke up flying or invisible or they had set their bed on fire. Obviously there was a bit of a panic. No one knew what was going on and everyone was scared. People without powers were scared and the people with powers were scared, arguably the people with powers were more scared. To lose control and have your own body betray you. Overnight, life was different and we had to adapt.
Depending on how old you are, you may or may not remember about the uphill battle that comes from fighting for equal rights. If you are reading this in a world where everyone lives equally no matter their race, gender, sexual orientation, religion etc. and only hears about what minorities suffered in your history classes then please, take a moment to revel in that knowledge. How wonderful! Once that moment is over, know that compared to most civil right moments, the Wielders (That's the term that people with powers are known as) only had to campaign for ten years before getting total equal rights as non-Wielders. Which is a drastically short amount of time compared to most other movements. Movements that are still being fought to this day and still need to be looked in to. Educate yourselves people!
Alas, you didn't come here to learn about politics. You came to hear about how my friends and I made a bit of a name for ourselves by causing a lot of trouble.

This isn't a story of us fighting for our rights. It's not a dystopian novel where there's a group being oppressed for whatever reason and we fought them and brought peace. We were just six teenagers trying to have fun and pass our classes.

If you hadn't already guessed. I'm a Wielder. Surprise if you didn't! I suppose if you're going to be hearing my story you should know who I am. Let's see. My father says that you can't expect to make anyone listen to you unless they know who you are. He's pretty smart. Not that smart though, since he let his hippie sister name his youngest child for some insanely stupid reason. He should have known that she'd choose something terrible. So let's cut to the chase. Let's stop beating around the bush (ha). My name is Bramble Livingstone. That's right sports fans, I'm named after a literal bush. Not just any bush, a wild bush. I usually just go by Bram, I'm sixteen, I enjoy long walks in the forest, my favourite colour is dark green, my favourite flower are pale pink peonies, I'm an Aquarius and I can speak to and raise the dead. This is my dating profile, the kind that used to be on shitty vhs tapes.

One of those is not like the others. You're right. Aquarius, me? As if! I'm kidding if that's not clear. It's the whole 'I see dead people' thing. People usually get kind of caught up on that. It's not a particularly rare power to see and speak to dead people, people have been able to do it for as long as there have been dead people. You hear about it all the time. Psychics, mediums and all that good stuff. Raising the dead is a different kettle of fish.

It's not frowned upon so to say but it's not talked about in polite company. No necromancy at the dinner table please, dear? That sort of deal. As previously stated, Wielders have equal rights, but there's still some stigma attached to it all. Necromancers get the pretty short end of the stick here. I think it's just all the bad PR over the years but what do I know, right? Like how many times is the bad guy associated with death in some way. Even in mythology! Everyone likes to paint Hades as the worst, most evil God, just because he's tasked with overseeing the realm of the dead. And then to your right you have Poseidon who regularly left the ocean and forced himself upon people. Hey Medusa, I'm looking at you, metaphorically speaking of course. And then arguably the worst for it, Zeus with his righteous thunderbolts going around turning himself into swans and other nasty stuff. But they're both painted as cool gods and poor Hades is the villain of every story. Someone get this god a decent PR team.