Five years after the Arrival


    My mom is dead.


    And I can''t even go to herfuneral.


    I want to cry. But I can''t.


    The Russian ambassador would not understand.


    I am one of the 9, one of the most powerful human on Earth.


    And I couldn''t even save my mom.


    I tried to protect her. But from That it was in vain.


    I can heal anything. Provide I have a body to heal.


    But healing death is just...


    "Forgive me Alexein, I need to move against an enemy immediately!"This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    And with that poor, half-baked excuse, I teleport away.


    To the funeral of my mother? Where they are burrying an almost empty coffin?


    No!


    I can''t go. An enemy could follow me there.


    And even if I see myself as human, I am not exactly 100% human. Not anymore.


    I have no place in the funerals of my own mother.


    I teleport in the middle of the Arctic Ocean and release my pain in a vast ray of pure power, targeting a small star in the sky. While I cry freely at last, the computer in my brain tells me that I need 937.570 lasers like this to hope breach the first shield around the asteroid ship of the Players.


    By reflex, I teleport far away, on a small island in the Indian Ocean.


    Always move after launching an attack.


    "It is hopeless"


    I take a fetal position on an empty beach, and continue to watch the funeral on my retinal screen.


    I couldn''t save so many precious lives.


    Not even protect the ones I loved the most.


    For all this pain, someone will pay.