I always thought about what the mark on my collarbone meant. They say those who have the mark are from a different universe, a place far away where "the others" live. I don't believe them. I remember waking up as a newborn to a bright light shining in my eyes, I new I was on earth I had to because this is the place I call home.

I've heard stories about the others. Some good. Some bad. Some think they are monsters hiding on earth waiting for the right time to attack. Some think they are gods. There are two stories, two sides. I don't choose one I can't, I choose to believe that they are just like us, always making mistakes, taking risks, and searching for a better future.

Some people despise them, think they should die for no crime, we call them tracers they are always searching for the others, always finding and killing them. Tracers are ruthless beings that take away lives that have just started.

I live in a quiet town on Main Street called Evermore, there is no sign of the others or the tracers, just us. The tracers gave us a nickname years ago before I was born, the name is known everywhere, they call us seekers. Seekers of peace, knowledge, and the future.