Sight

Luka Gray has a power, but you can't call it super.
Being able to see in the dark as if it were day?
Useless.
Luka Gray is as useless as the people without powers. Isn't he?
Seeing in the dark does nothing but make it so that you don't bump into tables.
That's what the people of PikeFire, a town on the edge of the Score Woods whisper to each other as he walks by. Luka Gray can see in the dark, yes he can, but Luka Gray can also see THEM.

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It seemed as if a hurricane had hit the small town of Pikefire. Rain pounded the ground as wind swept the trees deeper into the forest around the clearing.

"How does it feel?" A tear of blood fell from his eye, the rain quickly washing it away. Laying on the soaked grass and mud, he doesn't feel pain. He did, but in his last few moments on earth he felt...nothing.

Lightning flashed overhead. Glowing blue eyes cut through the darkness of the stormy night. Hundreds of them in the trees surrounding the clearing they were in. A sea of Christmas lights. One pair was closer, a tall shadow standing over him and staring inquisitively at the dying man.

"To what?" A voice that shook the mans own chest, causing him to let out a wet bloody cough pierced through the white noise of the storm. It sounded like a question a child would ask. As if it didn't understand why the man was weakening before its very eyes.

He was dying, his insides nothing but mush flowing out of his body. He looked it dead in the eye. A startling blue that flowed just as the hundreds in the forest but..these seemed..different...As if sparks were shooting off right behind the thin veil of its eye. He used what remained of his strength to breathe out his final words.

"To be god."