Powerless

In a world where surviving the Plague bestowed extraordinary abilities upon the Elite, you are Paedun, an Ordinary forced into the shadows. Living on the streets of Loot Alley, you hone your wits and agility to survive, relying on stolen goods and the loyalty of your closest friend, Adena. But a hidden truth about yourself, a secret you guard with your life, makes every interaction with the ruling Elite a dangerous dance. The upcoming Trials, a grand spectacle of Elite power, could be your chance to expose the king's lies and fight for a world where Ordinaries are no longer hunted.

THICK, HOT LIQUID RUNS DOWN MY ARM. Blood. Funny, I don't remember the guard nicking me with his sword before my fist connected with his face. Despite being a Flash, he apparently couldn't manage to move faster than my right hook to his jaw.

The smell of soot stings my nose, forcing me to clamp a grimy hand over it to stop a sneeze from slipping out. That would be a very pathetic way to get caught. When I'm sure that my nose won't alert the Imperials lurking beneath where I'm hiding, I return my hand to the filthy wall my back is currently pressed against with my feet planted opposite me.

After taking a deep breath that nearly has me choking on soot, I slowly begin my climb upwards once again. With thighs burning almost as much as my nose, I force my body to continue shimmying while stifling the sneeze. Climbing up a chimney isn't exactly how I thought I would be spending my evening.

Powerless

Secrets survival Fantasy Dystopian abilities