I’m dreaming. I’m imagining the day of my birth. Both parents abhorred at the arrival of their first born. I am abhorrent.

The room is dark, the white sheets of the bed stand out in stark contrast. My mother is shaking, from exertion or fear, it’s anyone’s guess. My father squeezes her hand, and glares at the Imperial Agent who has walked into delivery room.

I dream and I imagine, and I half expect the Imperial Agent to shake my father’s hand and say, “Congratulations! You’re the twenty-first couple to birth a child! You win the contest!” in as cheesy a radio-DJ’s voice as he could muster.

Instead he acts in my ethereal dream as he would in the torturous reality I’m from. He silently gestures to me, and my mother instinctively draws me back. Then my father slowly takes me from her, and ashamedly hands me to the Agent.

_

The world around me swirls. My senses are painfully sharp. My eyes are perceiving all light in the dark blues and greys whirling about. The wind stings my nose, and the cool air brushes harshly all over me. The click metallic taste of fear festers in my mouth. My other senses–supernatural one–are off the charts. My barometric readings are up and down, my electricity senses are strong. I can feel the magnetic effects of everything in the room. Gravity is low in the corners, but stronger closer to me.

I am Abhorrent.

My nickname flashes in my mind. The emperor grows impatient behind me. Clouds form in my lab room. I’ve been here forever. The emperor is waiting. I have not known another life.

I sigh, and begin showing him the latest development. I mold the elements into inanimate objects. A trinket for his collection. A plastic nickel, to hint at his financial “prowess”. A fork–for no reason.

He smiles, and claps his hands. I know what he’s thinking. I slowly reconnect the elements and matter into a sold orb of gold. His eyes grow wide. Finally he leaves, and I’m alone in the dark.

_

The Imperial Orchestra is blaring in my ears. The green and gold colors of the Empire flash around me, hung from pillars, and the ceiling, and anything the decorators could reach. My body feels like there’s a poison inside. I’m shaking violently, but attempting to control it. I taste blood; I stop biting my tongue.

The Emperor stands, the room’s frivolity ceases. The crowds around us stare at me in intense anticipation.

The Emperor nods.

Today is the day. Twenty-one years exactly, from the day I was born, and incarcerated. Today is the day.

I reach for the elements, and the room darkens. The dark blue and grey circle, and the room is nearly devoid of light. I reach for matter and life, and I sense the gravity levels changing around me. Several objects, hurl toward me, but I disintegrate them. The Emperor doesn’t notice that his prize deck of Yu-gi-oh cards is now disintegrated–he’s just intently staring at me.

I calmly recollect myself. Bonding the life with the matter, I create a twirling line of green rope, it seems. The emperor frowns. The rope twirls some more, and I keep adding life. It shrinks a little, and blobs–now, leaves–grow from the base. The top starts to blossom. Green, then red. Spikes protrude, offering the plant a deadly beauty.

A rose is formed.

I pluck it from the air. I extend it to the Emperor. His eyes are as large as my fists. His face has a look of awe and pleasure plastered on it. He takes the rose from me.

I smile.

I convert the rose into energy, and ten square miles of the Imperial City are destroyed.

I am twenty-one, and I am God.