Imagine a reality run by 4 superiors. Every being with the same hair and eye color, manipulated to see what the leaders of our country discern fit. In the depraved reality, the nation which was once the United States of America but is now the United Provinces of Četras, after the nations last Civil War, puts its own people under the hands of four powerful leaders. At a time like this, other countries see this once powerful nation fall and born into a new and descend into debilitating. False allies turn while a short some stay faithful to the young nation and now that true colors are being shown throughout the whole world, A great war is coming while new technology is being developed. World War Three. United Provinces of Četras (UPC) has figured a way to bust through materiality and corporeality by creating a militia of teens with special abilities and Octavia being one of those 25 people. 10 males who can only physically control objects without laying a finger on it and 9 females who can manipulate the minds of people. But what makes her so special? Try being the only female who can do both. ~ WARNING: This story can only be found on Inkitt under the username of xxWhole_New_Worldxx ~
'Tick tock. The clock’s sound rippled across the watery halls of the building. Elion was motionless looking at a sight beyond his comprehension. He was feeling a rush throughout his body and his hands were slightly trembling. The man who was standing above his little girl was looking Elion in the eyes only he was unlike any man he ever came across. The man’s eyes reflected the moonlight upon them and shone brightly gold. An endless loop of his iris made him look more like a beast searching for his pray rather than a humane existence. Tick tock the clock again, cut the tension in the room. Even time was trying to be playful. ' DEATH; we all know what awaits at the end. But that is not the case for the society of the High valley. The reason; they are immortals. They never knew Death. But while the society is struggling to understand its purpose a string of disappearances forces Elion to research their origin, he is led into a bigger mystery. What kind of terrible secrets did his homeland hid throughout the centuries? And has Death really forgotten about them?
I wanna Branch out and be my own person, said Johnny. He looked over at the other Space Rock workers. He dug up some more and threw it over to the space vacuum, A pipe sucked it back to the ship. He sat back and sipped through a straw going into his helmet and to his mouth some water.