Puppeteer

History has it's eye on you

An Aura gives birth to an Aura, and a Puppeteer gives birth to a Puppeteer.

Simple law, right? However, this is not always the case. Majority of this community do follow this law, so grandma, from when my mother was a little girl, planned to have her married to a strong Aura.

'Marry someone powerful' 'Yeah whatever'

Mum told me she had this conversation over 20 years, before she met dad. Although dad was a Puppeteer, since he was the most powerful one in his generation, after 1 year of arguing my grandmother finally submitted. (Not that they wouldn't have married even with grandma's disapproval)

Theo birth was both a disappointment and hope.

In this society, the rarest ability is the Analyzer, and even rarer is to be a strong one. Most Analyzers can see the basic information on objects, and hardly any on other human beings.

"Mama, you have brother!" "What do you mean, sweetie?" "Brother! In mama's tummy!"

When Theo was just two years old, he accurately analyzed mum to inform her of the pregnancy even she didn't know. Both my parents were overjoyed, but also worried with the pure size of information Theo was getting each day.

Then I was born, a Aura child with only one eye that shifted in colour.

Okay, for those who don't know, all Auras have eyes that shift in colour, reflecting other people's emotions. (Some people claimed it was the Aura's own emotions their eyes were showing, however this was soon proven wrong as Auras generally are very empathetic and therefore their emotions are strongly influenced by those surrounding them.)

The better control you have, the quicker the eye regains their original colour.

I was the first one in history to have two abilities- both the Puppeteer and the Aura-

is what I'd like to say, but I have literally no control over my own Aura abilities, so I prefer being called just a Puppeteer.

"Look at him! His right eye shifts in colour!" "It's red now!"

"GROSS"

"Evan, you should wear this eyepatch till you get control over your Aura."

Dad, looking stern for once, had such a sad look in his blue eyes I couldn't help but oblige. 

"What if Evan never gets control over his ability? Does he have to always wear that eyepatch?"

"Relax Freda, I'm sure he'll soon be in control-"

tap

Warm hands, no bigger than mine covered my ears. "Evan, don't listen-"

"Hey Theo." Like dad, Theo's sky blue eyes were filled with concern

"I look like a pirate with this eye-patch, right?" 

The eyepatch soon was drenched, but I wouldn't know why.

This was absolutely going to be the best holiday ever.

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"Evan. Evan!"

Ah we're sitting back in the craft club room. When did I get here?

"Why are you holding my arm?" As if it was a trigger, Ast's face suddenly morphed into a demon.

"Why? WHY? Why were you trying to scratch your eye off? Was it your grandma again?"

Huh?

"Come on, you even left your eye-patch off. You need to be careful at school mate"

Desperately lifting his tone up, Ast's lips got pushed upwards.

"Oh..okay."

Where was my eye-patch again? Fumbling for my black eye-patch, I did not notice the small creak of the door opening.

"Hey Evan! How was your holidays-"

1 second, 

the door opened, and a girl with long brown hair and twinkling eyes came in

2 second

my right eye locked into those eyes

3 second

The right eye 'shifted'

4 second

In your eyes, I saw my reflection, of my orange eye

"...Evan?"