The world is dead. The government collapsed. The entire military went AWOL, turned to tyranny and is now led by the former Secretary of War. Who was it? Who was responsible for the Collapse? Many blame the ones with powers. The ones the humans have feared for decades since they appeared. Now they fight back. Was it really them? Too many questions, so few answers. The fight for freedom, for survival, for a normal life will seemingly never end. The threat of death lurks at every corner, every second, every day. This is what one person, and many others, face. He often wonders, is he all that's left? Are there others? In this world, no one can be trusted. Sometimes he can't trust himself. Only those who are like him can be trusted, those who bear the same curse as him. The same curse with a different caster, a different effect. (WIP)