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𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: (𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚) 𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙝 𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧
𝘼𝙜𝙚: 𝙁𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣
𝙉𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮: 𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.
(𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧.)
𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮: (𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚) 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙮, 𝙘𝙮𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 "𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨," 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨.
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𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘌𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 has always known she wasn't "normal."
At least, that’s what her parents mutter between worried and disgusted glances, as if she’s some cosmic glitch that might short-circuit their carefully ordered lives.
But honestly, in a world where normalcy is just a well-worn costume everyone’s pretending fits, who really gets to wear the label?
Her so-called “ability” doesn’t sparkle or dazzle; it doesn't wait to catch up with you; it stops it. Apparently, it doesn’t make her special—it makes her a threat.
To whom? Well, that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Her parents might see a danger, but to her, it’s just another reason to run—straight into the eye of the storm.
And that’s exactly where she’s heading: the infamous Hunter exam. Because if you have to face your reality, you might as well do it on your own terms—preferably with a sly grin and a pocketful of questions no one else dares to ask.
Time has a way of collecting its dues. (Name)’s about to learn—sometimes the debt comes due in the most unexpected ways.
“Why can't you just be normal and do what we say?” her father had said, face twisted with anger as if normality was some cherished family heirloom she was about to shatter.
But who really was normal? Not in a house where arguments constantly happened. Not in a world where time itself had a way of coming back to collect debts nobody remembered owing. Not in a world where everybody else had an ability of their own.
She stormed out, the front door slamming like a judge’s gavel cutting off arguments forever. The empty streets welcomed her with cold indifference, but her mind raced to the one place that might offer solace: her grandfather’s decrepit house at the edge of town — a place where secrets were buried like old photographs in dusty drawers.
Grandpa greeted her with the same tired smile, eyes crinkling as if they knew the script she hadn’t yet learned. “You look like a storm waiting to happen,” he said, pouring tea with shaky hands.
(Name) furrowed her eyebrows, jaw tightening, “I need out,” she quipped, the argument replaying in her mind.
From his weathered coat, he pulled out a signed application card. “This will get you through the Hunter Exam,” he said. “It’s your ticket—no matter what they say.”
(Name) took the card, the weight of possibility sinking in. The fight, the family, the suffocating label of ‘not normal’ — maybe she was about to rewrite what ‘normal’ even meant.
After all, time was patient but relentless. And (Name) Epoch Porter was just getting started.