This story starts off on a planet called Xenolic the year is 9090 ACW, I am the last of my kind, and I am the reason why everyone is dead. It was a normal day, everything was fine and then like usual I was being bullied because I was an Orphan with strange abilities. I was filled with wrath and sorrow. I didn't mean to, I snapped, I just wanted them to stop. My mind went blank and I blacked out, when I woke up, I woke up to a nightmare. Everyone was turned to ash and the whole planet was turned into a molten rock wasteland. If I recall I was stuck on that godforsaken wasteland, that I used to call home, for roughly about six or seven months. Until they showed up, my true family. They must have gotten a distress call from when I turned the planet into a wasteland hehe oops. But they brought this giant space cruiser called the "Ulysses". These people were looking all around and saw me, One of the men attacked me because he did not know what I was I think this person could see my aura. So in self defense I sent a charge of lightning through his chest killing him instantly, his body dropped to the ground, and as did I, I was taken to the space cruiser. I was then taken to medbay to see what was wrong with me, within 45 minutes I awoke, confused where I was then people were stationed in the medbay were asking so many questions as I was being nursed back to health like, "Was the planet always like this, why was everyone turned into ash, how old are you, what sex are you, what species are you, what's this planet called, do you even understand our language." I had to shut up this imbecile by putting my hand in his face and looked at him with this face of just disappointment. I simply said this, "Your last question should've been your first question, and why would you think my planet was always a molten rock wasteland filled with people made of ash." The look on this guy's face was priceless, but he could see that was I niggled, and that I had more to say so he just stayed quiet and more people from the crew came to see what I had to say an I answered the rest of the questions. "Sadly I never learned the name of my species for I am a not of this planet’s  native species and what they called themselves were Kalirune, I'm a 21 year old male and this planet's name is Xenolic, And I am the reason why the planet I once called home is now a wasteland." I sighed and finished my statement that was killing me on the inside. "I killed everyone." I started to tear up and break down from all the stress that I was carrying, I guess that I was in shock all this time and when I had someone to talk to they had no words to describe the pain I went through.

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The Grand Admiral came to me not to long after when everyone else left me to go back to their duties, and his first question he asked me was vague but peaked my curiosity, "Where does your opinion come from when it comes to who was at fault in the situation?" He had this smile on his face when I noticed that I am not to blame myself for what happened on Xenolic. I gave the Grand Admiral a epithet "The Grandfather Clock". He chuckled when I called him a that name. “Since you have given me a name may I ask what your name is young one?” He had a serious face as he asked me this question. I replied calmly, “My name is Siaba but I do not have a surname.” The admiral nodded and asks me this, “Would you like to become stronger physically and mentally, do you want a place to call home and a team to call family?” I looked down in thought, I wanted to choose my words carefully. In my subconscious I was scared to hurt the people that had helped me out of that hell hole. The Admiral laid his hand on my head and spoke, “Give it some thought you don’t have to answer the question…” I had interrupted him, “No… I want to become stronger, I want to learn how to control this gift that is a blessing and a curse. I want to be able to protect, not destroy the ones that I love… please I don’t want to be weak and afraid anymore.” With that small outburst I felt like a load was taken of my shoulders. The admiral had smiled slightly and chuckled, “I like the cut of your jib son, I mean that. So let’s get you healed up, then run some tests on your curse.”

That’s what this holy government called unnatural abilities a curse. This Government is run by a church that calls themselves the United Holy Knights of God or U.H.K.G. for short.