THE FIRST MURDER

FIRST LIFE

(((ZENITH'S POV)))

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This was not the first time it happened to him. Zenith was tired. The world he was seeing was not the same as what other people saw.

He had been made aware of his ability since such a young age, but recently he felt this turmoil in his ability and he was having a hard time differentiating between spirits and living beings, normal people. Some of them looked the same in his eyes.

His mother usually helped him with his ability, since she had the same power, but it didn't help much because it was very obvious that their constitutions were very different.

Zenith was having another burst of power and every time it happened, his world would be spinning. He would have this strong headache and his beast became more feral than usual.