Grunting and Swearing could be heard on miles. Two peoples fighting their way into each other's heart. This story just started and there's already action. Down a pit hole, in the datkness lurking around in the night. A little sparkle of light created a fire ball travelling from one end to another. A wall of water suddenly blocking and evaporing it. A thick vapoured fog forming up blinding both sides. Suddenly, the fog started to disappear. The wall of water re-appeared and the fire ball away from it. That meant that time reversed for a few seconds. But something changed this time. A hundred of lightning spear formed upon one of the side ready to be launched. And in a matter of a second, an illusion took place. Beating the other side perception. Once more, time reversed and this continued. It continued for three years. And at the end...Both sides died.

This was a war. A war concerning two people who clearly did not like each other. And the victor, died together with the loser.

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Two birds chirping on a branch. Three toddler playing with a black stripped ball on the playground to my left. An old couple being lovey dovey on a bench to my right. I can feel them with my closed eyes. Yeah, it is weird to be saying that but I'm normal, I swear. I just have deeper connection to life than most of the people. And I'm not one to judge. I am only a young girl of six years old trying to decipher the reasons why I am different. For my age, being this intellectual does not match up but I am proud to be different. At least, I don't have to work hard to be 'different'.

The story just started and you are probably asking yourself why you are reading this. It's okay. I get you. Soon, everything will seem easier to understand.

I am actually sitting on a bench. Feeling my heart instead of my brain. It may sound stupid but it took me a lot to arrive to his conclusion...Look ! Forget I'm six and concentrate on the fact that I have...You know what. Forget it. For now, Learn me.

I was born from two extraordinary beings who made me realise the importance of life as soon as possible. A firm and gentle middle aged mother who favours study anf a cold but sweet old father who loves books and books..I hope you got it. I was being sarcastic. My parents never held any love feelings for me. I was born out of love. And six year ago, I understood that. And don't feckin' tell me, I could have misunderstood. I felt it just like right now. I felt their feelings. I felt everything.

I was a baby, you're right. But I was born with a greater mind. And this was how it went.

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The probabilities of I being born in this brute world were close to zero. Really close. Because the world war in a mother's vagina is not a good sight. And a proof, the mother will have puking session etc... As I was fighting my way to the ovum inside my mother's, I had a lot to do. Beating my brothers and sisters, because having a million of spermatozoon for one ovum, it was just a carnage. I eventually, as you can see, survived this 'carnage' and 'poof' here I was.

I was born. Alive and screaming. I could not see but I could feel my mother's touch. A shaky touch that vibrated throughout my white teenie body. Then, it was my father's turn to pick me up. And the sensation was totally the same. Stone cold and rough hands that could break me at any occasions. A terrible stare ready to pierce that shallow heart of mine. And a compressed chords desynchronizing my heartbeat. But, I felt his feelings. Fecked up feelings that said it all. It was obvious that he despised me in his heart.

A really strange and cold debut in this world. I was inbetween the ying and yang. But enough chit-chat already, and let's return back to the present.

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My name's Jay Clarke. I was born and raised by humans. But as I grew up, I learnt by myself that I had special capabilities. I learnt how to feel them. Hone them. And when I became an adult, I knew how to lift a titanic-size ship at an height of a hundred metres off the water. Clearly, I am 'Unique', right ?