As Corcyra traversed through the ruins, she wondered what it must’ve been like to be human. According to most, humans never existed. They were myth and nothing more. But as she stared down the statue at least twice her size, she knew that her species were incapable of inventing such beauty. The creature depicted had symmetrical features, unlike hers. A soft face, slanted eyes, and protruding cheek...

This was Emily’s last chance. Today was her 30th birthday, and if her power did not present itself today, it likely never would. She came from a long line of Bearers of elite strength. It was well known that those whose powers presented later in life were the strongest, but even this rule had limits. To be a non-Bearer would be a disgrace. She would be disowned, or worse…

She pushed the thought f...