Chapter One: Caught

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My name is Julianna. Nope, my name is Jule. Just call me Jule. Nothing else. I live out in the streets of the Forgotten. I live out here hiding with corrupts of lesser power. Where no one can find me. 

It scares the Council that there are more uncorrupt every day. That more and more people are being born without gifts from the gods. People are in a panic. They think the gods are mad at us. That we have done something to deserve this. 

That's bull shit. The gods don't exist and never have. We are the product of some genetic modification done centuries ago by our ancestors. As we get farther down in the generation, more people are being born without a power. 

It also sucks for the people being born without powers. They all die. Well most of them anyways. The council says they are protecting us from the uncorrupt. That the uncorrupt are dangerous and need to be hunted without mercy. 

I have been hiding my whole life from the Council. Along with probably a dozen other uncorrupt that I don't know about. It's kind of an unspoken rule down here. Never ask someone about their powers. You might just get fried on the spot. 

All of the weak and useless corrupt are sent down here. To live off of the scraps of the Higher corrupt. To die down here. To hunt other uncorrupt and turn them in for food. 

Lucky for me, I haven't been caught. Yet. 

What am I doing right now?

Running. 

And hitting people.

But mostly running.

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