The shifters

I sigh heavily in front of the big, intimidating building. I know I'm ready. I know it's time.

You see I live in a different place than you. A different scarier place. A place where natural selection takes course, and only the strong survive. I am one of the strong.

The strong are the ones with power. Not political power or authority power. All of that is worthless to us. Us with more important power.

The important power. The definition is shifting- a supernatural or paranormal power to change form; A superstitious legend, the character mainly see's misfortune and grief; fictional.

But this is not a legend. This is not fictional. This is the world in which the strong live in. In this world everyone see's misfortune.

I am a shifter. One of the few. The few good ones, that is. Most shifters die. Either they can't control their powers, or die in battle. The battle against the drifters.

Drifters are what I call them anyways. The shifters that stray away to the drifters. The ones who are cold hearted, and show no mercy. The ones who do the killings.

The drifters are a dangerous, and scary cult. they manipulate people to do their dirty work for them. It's sick and low.

I want to do everything I can to stop them. They've caused too much suffering for their time.

That's why I'm here though. In front of this huge building. The bricks look old and stale, but old in a safe kind of way. It's very uneven in height, with tall towers coming out of the roof. It has a mystique to it. The woods and grassy Fields around it give it comforting warmth. This is the academy where i hope to train and study  to defeat the drifters. I hope.

My name is Stella. I'm 14 years old, which is pretty good for a shifter. I can shift into a hawk. I've heard that the academy in front of me only like certain animals. Such as pumas, mice, lizards, things that are dangerous or can blend in. Dangerous animals usually for attacks and blend able ones for spying.

The shifters took my parents lives when I was 6. But I will take their souls to hell where they deserve.

For the past 8 years I've lived with hawks most of the time. I've tried getting an education, but why should I? No one knows the truth anyways. People believe "science" more than what's right in front of them. Besides I know everything I need to know anyways.

For all of the school I've missed I've made up in training. By running ten miles and flying 5 miles a day. By making my own weapons.I'm most skilled in projectiles. My favorite is the throwing knives. Then shotgun, then bow and arrows.

I'm ready. I know I am.

I cautiously knock on the big wooden doors.