Es was always a odd girl. At birth she came out with her pale right eye open and her pitch left eye closed. Those eyes where constant. Never to change to pupils or iris. At two weeks she spoke a word. A simple word. "Change." at two years she made a sandwich when left alone for two minutes.
At the age of five she wrote a short poem on life and death. At ten she skipped two grades after her teachers found her marking formulas and reading college texts. Her mother passed away when she was fourteen and until she was sixteen she would visit the grave with a book. Each day a different novel. She would read it to her mothers grave and leave. Then at seventeen she was shunned after claiming to see things that didn't exist. Couldn't exist.
Es was never normal and never cared. Her eyes kept her alone at school and if that didn't her talking, which was a musical monotone of sound found by most to be alluring even if it was mean, would drive people off. Her mind was too complex. She studied and studied. Talked when needed and lived to be better. She didn't understand at first why people didn't like her. But she had an idea by the time she was in middle school.
Her parents found her. Blood soaked and arm broken. She had learned that day that even if she tried the world might never accept her. So she didn't try. Instead she learned to do what ever she wanted. Her dad tried to help her until he broke. He gave up on his daughter being anything but a freak.
So to no surprise Es knew when it happened and she tried to tell others.
But they didn't listen to the 'freak'.
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Un (Book One)
Randomthe world has changed. For most the world is the same but for people like the Makers and the Finders the world is insane, broken and in trouble. They fix what they can and fight anyone standing in the way. Unluckily for Es the world is too changed...
