Every countryhuman has their own unique pair of wings, different patterns, different colors... If one is born wingless, then they'll be met with a brutal reset.
Each countryhuman's wings are also associated with a type of power. Ice, water, fire... You get it?
But over the centuries, there is always a legend about the one winged countryhuman, that could cause forever chaos and havoc with just a touch from its feathers.
Of course, they wouldn't allow that type of power to be obtained by such a lower tier person, who knows what they could do with that power?
So they gave him a reset, a reset that'll change his life, forever.
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Sometimes countries would try to show dominance over others, while others would rather hide to avoid getting caught up in those situations.
But there's one thing that always kept them in check, something that kept them in line.
The punishment of losing their wings.
Sure they'll still be alive, but they can't regrow their wings, and even worse, their power comes from their wings as well.
Read the story to find out the rest, then you'll find out the main problem.
"If those 'things', get in the wrong hands. Things are going to become worse then it already is."
{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?"
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Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it.
The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse.
The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose.
The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason.
You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it.
Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it.
They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday.
They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe.
They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow.
They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne
They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently.
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Started: 10.06.15
Finished: 3.17.16