You couldn't help but to stare off into space whilst sitting in your home. You currently lived alone, not even a trust worthy feline to fill the loneliness you continually felt.

And you had more than enough room for a dog or a cat - as you were quite the animal lover... But work was enough to keep you busy - as only one day off a week just wasn't enough time to spend with a fur baby. You knew the scars that loneliness could carve into your soul... and you did not want to bestow that feeling upon anyone - not even upon a furry friend.

Instead - you decided to give your all into your line of work.

Most would take one look at you and not believe it - if you were to say that you were in the military. The Special Forces to be exact.

You thought that joining the military, you could help those in need - both human and animal. You acted like you didn't care much for humanity... but deep down you truly did. Using your gift - you've changed lives for the better over the years; even saving them.

The gift you possess though, you have kept a secret for as long as you could possibly remember. Because no one would ever accept the special power that flowed within the capacity of your body.

Magic.

That's right, magic. And if you want to think of Faries and Unicorns, that's fine. Because that is not a far fetch. But you weren't quite a mythical creature. Just someone granted with the exceptional power to bend matter to your will.

You weren't born with it, but given this special power.

You were limited on information, but you had faint memories of a a Grimoire. An object of great capabilities - capable of giving such power to a person. You didn't choose the magic... it chose you. And apparently that happens every 200 years. One special human being will be deemed worthy of inheriting such a gift... or so folklore states. And even if you thought of it as a gift or a curse... you couldn't get rid of it. It was apart of you. It was you.

You contemplated on becoming Batman at one point... but the odds against you outweighed the positives. Because you still didn't know the full extent of the power that flowed through your veins. You did know the basics though... but that still wasn't enough.

You wanted to see how far you could push yourself before blood started to pour from your nose, before your eyes glossed over in that red tinge before you blacked out... or even possibly killed yourself.

Anything or anyone that possessed such a power always comes with a price. And that price was the wear and tear it did on your body.

It was almost as if a person with no gymnastics training, simply jumped into the sport - and hoping to be able to do a back flip with ease.

Not possible.

A person would strain their tendons, pull every muscle in their body, break bones... If your body isn't conditioned to withstand such an activity - you could hurt yourself or worse.

You tried going to secluded places - sometimes driving to the middle of nowhere, just so you could practice and push your limits. But fear held the steering wheel. You feared you would hurt yourself in the process, as no one would know where you were if you were to severely injure yourself.

You experienced this the hard way.

On one fruitful evening, you gave your abilities the the open road to flow freely; wanting to see what you were truly capable of. And when your power is at it's peak, your veins start to illuminate a faint blue - giving you the illusion of an angel in the flesh. 

But maybe you just simply weren't ready to harness that much energy... because you ended up blacking out. Only to wake up a few hours later with the sun down, in the middle of nowhere with two broken ribs, a shattered wrist, and a fractured humerus.

Luckily, you were able to hobble to your car, only to end up in the hospital for days, and even a longer recovery.

It was because of that day, was one of the reasons why you wanted to join the Special Ops. A form of military in which you thought would condition your body physically to help sustain extensive amounts of your power.

You were trained physically to the max. Trained to survey in hostile environments, offensive action, counter-terrorism action, sabotage and demolition, and hostage rescue.

So when you went out into the middle of nowhere to flex your 'other' abilities - you kept it pretty mild when testing your limits. It's taken you all of your 27 years of life to get the basics down by yourself. Even discovering a skill of sprouting pearl and black ombre wings to help your skills flourish.

You didn't pick the colors of these wings that you now considered as apart of you... but it was almost as if your power wanted to enhance the light and darkness into one, giving you the graces of a blessing and yet a curse.

These wings would appear on instinct now - as you found comfort in the wind that caressed your feathers.

You see, when you manifest something as apart of you... it really is apart of you. So if taken any kind of damage... you take on that injury. Versus creating a shield from manipulating the air and matter around you to absorb a blow - which is not apart of your body. Therefore, you cannot sustain injury - only energy dispensed.

But even your angelic wings couldn't fully extend to the endless sky. Not with the government satellites and radar existing. How would the world take it if they found someone like yourself?

You'd become a test subject.

A freak of nature.

Maybe manipulated into becoming a weapon at their own dispense. Because even now... you were a weapon, and government property.

So... you kept flying to a minimum. Staying closer to the ground, and only a few seconds at a time. It was still exhilarating, but confining at the same time. You felt as if you were a poisoner in your own world at times... and that sucked.

This world truly held nothing for you. You didn't have any friends (not that you let anyone close to you anyway), no known family either... you were dumped at an orphanage when you were but a few years old - so only god knows who your parents were... and you really didn't want to know. Not even for the sake of asking questions about your magic and the Grimoire. Not even asking about the tattoo-like birthmark that was etched into your flesh.

You vaguely remember when the magic entered your body; fusing itself to you - almost like a parasite. It was the most excruciating pain you've ever felt in your life. And you sometimes re-live that pain, but only a fraction of it upon your skull.

Just below your hairline, near the back of your neck and behind your left ear - that birthmark in the shapes of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water sometimes burned to the core. You didn't know why, but when you brushed your hair back to take a peek at it, it would sometimes faintly glow the same hue as your veins did.

(Your birthmark)

Maybe that's why your parents dumped you. You really were a freak of nature. Maybe they were scared of you?

But... fuck it. That's what you would tell yourself. Fuck it. You were still going to help others - human and non-human alike. The ability to heal some wounds, the skill of helping find lost souls, the talent of fighting back the evil that did exist...

It was the least you could do for a world that turned it's back on you. Maybe the universe would give back for your good deeds. Not that that was what you expected... but it sure would be nice.

Even though you did trick the system in some ways. Like owning a beautiful and big house in an expensive neighborhood. It took a little bit of time, but the influence you could conjure through your ability has helped you stay off of the streets in the past when you were a lot younger.

You sometimes thought you had the capabilities of being the Joker instead of Batman - as you did your fair share of (very mild) villain activities. But some would disagree with playing the government's system, and instead encourage it.

But then again... it was illegal. And you did work for the Government. And that had always weighed on your shoulders. But it was for the greater good, right? The world didn't owe you anything... you were just trying to survive.

You shook your head from spacing out, looking to your flat screen television - contemplating on watching some anime, or going out to grab something to eat.

You reached for the remote to scan through your anime lists - one of the few things that you could relax to.

Attack on Titan, Black Butler, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Ghoul, Jujutsu Kaisen.... You could go on and on.

My Hero Academia...

"Could you imagine?" You said aloud to yourself as you craned your neck towards the ceiling in wonder. "Just being in the My Hero universe! I mean... my magic would just be considered a quirk, right? I..." You inhaled deeply; followed by a a wishful exhale. "I wouldn't have to hide myself from the world. To become... a hero. Wouldn't that be something?"

You chuckled to yourself at the thought. It would be simply glorious to become a hero! Grant it, you were already considered one among your fellow squad members. You climbed the ranks at the youngest age to date! Your fighting techniques were compared to even the strongest of martial artists. But... if you could use your powers, the possibilities would be endless.

Your sudden thoughts all fumbled into one - thinking of how awesome it would be to test your powers to the extreme, to possibly make something even more of yourself. To save even more lives than you already have.

Your brain seemed to pump within your skull as you continued to envision yourself in the My Hero Academia world - so deeply concentrated that you didn't even realize that your veins started to faintly glow.

"To actually meet some of the heroes that I look up to." You said, almost as if in a trance. "Too bad they aren't real. Too bad none of them are real. But..."

Your eyes glossed over, and without realizing - the sounds of ripping fabric echoed against the walls.

"I WANT THEM TO BE REAL!"

You cried out as your comfort wings sprouted from your back, ripping holes through your shirt and extended to all their splendid glory. You didn't even notice this happening as those feathers bounced off of porcelain valuables around your figure; the glass instantly shattering as it hit the floor.

There you stood, unfazed and without notice - illuminating your entire house. Your angelic features resurfacing once again.

But... it didn't last for long, as the last thing you could remember was slowly closing your eyes as your body crumbled to the floor - and falling into a dreamless slumber.