Change is meant to be a good thing, right? Even if it immediately seems like the worst outcome, it turns out to be for the best. I don't know if it applies to this situation though. At the start it seemed like a gift. The majority of the human race gaining magical and amazing powers. However this couldn't have been further from the truth. The weeks that followed proved to be a curse. People begun to fight. Some for power, some for wealth, some just wanted to see the world burn. Earth became a battle field. Country against country. Town against town. Friend against friend. Everything well called our 'humanity' was lost. Although our kind aren't referred to as human anymore. Were labeled as 'Nightmares', because of the darkness and destruction we caused. After the wars begun the planet seemed to join in as well. Natural disasters became common, the animals gaining similar abilities as the Nightmares. Those who survived fled underground, starting societies known as colonies. That's where I am now. I can barley remember what the outside world looks like. It's been 12 years since it happened. I was 5 at the time. But in all the books I've read and all the photos I've seen. I think today my curiosity will get the better of me.