Starry Eyed

Everything had changed forever. I will never see my father again. His body was among the many that we're burned to a crisp. The screams still echo in my ears as my feet crunch against the forest floor. My lungs burned and my throat was drier than the Mohavi dessert but, I knew if I even took a minute for a water break or even for a second a chance to catch my breath the radicals could find and kill me because of my eyes. My beautiful eyes that would slowly started to make others burn in envy, my eyes that could make a Greek god fall on his knees and kiss my feet, my eyes that had killed my parents and everyone else in what once was my safe haven.

I'm a starry eyed. Among one of the few that we're chosen by the moon goddess herself to be a host for an ability. An ability controlled by the mere power of ones eye.