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"Everyone has their own unique power. Families have two, even divorced families, or orphaned children. The only expeditions to the two power rule, are twins, triplets, quadruplelets, any form of sibling that were born practically at once and shared a womb at the same time. They have three, their unique power, their family power, and their power they share with their twin(s).
"People's secondary power, their family power, changes over the course of time depending on their love. Children's family powers will remain the same, even if they're familyless or if their parents have split, until they fall on love.
"Once in love, both partners attempt to decided together on a power they want to share. If the gods decide it is unique enough, they get the power they chose, if not, the gods decide for them. It's a basic cycle with a hard outcome.
"If one falls out of love, their power returns to the original power of their family. If they're in a one sided love the same thing happens. It's the gods way of trying to save both parties before it is too late. It's the only hope for people in an impossible love.
"People are born with their powers represented on their hands. If they have three, their sibling shared, and family shared power are on their weaker hand (unless said person is ambidextrous, then it is simply on their left hand). The person's sibling power is represented on a larger scale, while their family power is represented in a smaller way. Their unique power is on the hand they use more often (once again, if they're ambidextrous it's in their right hand). The symbols to show their powers are straight forward and always on the back of their hand, easy to see unless covered up.
"Some unique powers are also shown in a different way. For instance, if someone controls fire, a tiny, harmless flame will always be evident on their head. It's hard to explain." Mom's voice echoed in my head. She had explained how our powers worm so many times, though, somehow I never seemed to understand. When I did, I couldn't remember. I sighed with the thought.
This was something so basic, we were taught since birth, shown, explained to by our families. Then in preschool and Kindergarten they'd teach us once more. In every grade, every class, they'd give a brief reminder. Everytime I asked about it, I'd be judged. It never made any since and it wasn't fair. How frustrating.

I glanced down at the mark on my right hand, my stronger hand, there was a simple flame. On the left side of my hair, the very tip of my short dyed-red bangs, was the tiny ever burning flame. It was mellow blue. Somehow, it always showed my emotions. It was so annoying! I was so easy to figure out and it sucked!
On my left hand, however was a human shadow. This shadow was my twin power, more specifically my triplet power. We could control different types of shadows.
On this shadow was my family power, dog ears and a tail. I was part wolf. Which gave me the ability to become a wolf if I so chose, but I just stuck with being a human with dog ears and a tail. Though, one of the perks of my ability was the fact I could talk to animals, that was nice. They were great talking buddies.
My mother and father earned that right once they fell in love. I shared this power with them, and my three siblings. Or, I used to. I sighed once again. Such a sad thought...
I stared at my partial reflection in the train's window. Though, it was sunny out, I could still see most of myself when I focused. I watched my black eyes. As much as I'd like to believe their emotionless, they hold all the sorrow I feel. Maybe one day this sorrow will be released, but for now it is trapped within my body. It shows through my eyes. I couldn't wuite see my skin within my reflection, I didn't need, though. I already knew there was a dark purple shading under my eyes. I already knew my face was scarred from all the scabs I picked at. I already knew there was a purple bruise from Sin scratching me when he was hungry. I already knew all the flaws that showed themselves on my face. Though, with those imperfections came the cute little freckles scattered across my not-quite-pale face. I smiled slightly. My hair was another matter, it was quite short, though, I didn't mind that. I enjoyed short hair. The red and brown mixed perfectly, so my hair looked natural-except for my bangs, those were clearly dyed- even though, my hair had been dyed to show such. I noticed something, some days I focus on every single imperfection, other days I'm overly cocky about my "beauty." I sighed quietly.
I looked down at my hands, more to my clothes. On my torso was my signature gray hoodie, the one I pretty much never took off. On my legs was a simple pair of jeans, my shoes were just tennishoes. On my head, covering most of my hair, though, I couldn't see it well, was a black and blue beanie I always wore. It was comfortable and thankfully not too worn down yet. I leaned onto my chair and angled my head toward the ceiling. I tried to imagine what this new town would look like, all I could picture was rubble and worn down spots. I tried to picture this "family" that wanted to foster me, all I could see was an empty space. I couldn't even picture my parents at this point. I looked back out the window.
"Tyler, is everything okay? You've sighed three times in five minutes!" Sin whined his complaint. I glanced over from the train window and pat his kennel roof.
"Just thinking, buddy." I chuckled.
"How much longer is this stupid ride? I gotta potty!" Sin barked at me.
"Keep it down!" Another passenger yelled. My eyes rolled.
"Not much longer. We're the next stop." I assured and leaned back in my seat. Too bad that stop isn't for another half hour. Sin grumbled. He moved around a bit and laid down. He was quiet for the rest of the ride.