March 14, 1993.
March 14, 1993.
Record snowfall has enveloped the city in a white haze, burying cars, forcing together families and muffling the bustle of city life. Winds howl as they have the past few days outside of the home, windows on the first floor buried, and doors locked. The Children are ushered into the dining hall for lunch, and it is early afternoon by any accurate clock. Orphans by fate like any other, The Children are some quiet, some boisterous. This particular group of children is special, however, as they are all of them uniquely empowered. Be it by gods will, or medical providence, they are among a growing population of children across the globe who are being born with extraordinary powers. Some can move objects with their minds, others make themselves invisible, or produce fire from thin air. but they are still just children, growing, learning, unsure and stray. With the discovery of these abilities comes a question of personal worth, of identity and placement. Though, it can be difficult to feel special when your uniqueness is put down and feared by those around you. Such is life for these foundlings, in a world that does not want them, full of people who do not know them.
For much of recent history, this group of children has been scorned and put down since their discovery in the late 1980's. World leaders have taken drastic actions to safeguard their homelands from the unknown; Some are killing off anyone born with powers, others lock them up. The United Nations, has made clear on several occasions that this was a growing concern to international security and efforts to contain and maintain these individuals are currently being put in place around the globe. Many children are orphaned, others taken, but any born with these defects are sent to care centers, specialized and designed to house superhuman young.
Today is an ordinary day in the orphanage, because nobody comes to visit.