1 Part 1: When It All Began

It has been one thousand four hundred years since my uncle died trying to save my life. To this day, I still don't know what he was trying to save me from. If you didn't notice, our family could destroy universes, not just stars or planets. Not much can hurt us.

I guess that my family was worried that what ever killed my uncle could end up killing me or anyone else in my family. The rest of my family says that it was most likely an ability gone wrong but I know the truth. I know that my uncle was MURDERED. He said that he died to protect me, and my family is downplaying that fact. They keep saying it was a power malfunction, but I don't have any powers, well other than aging very slowly. I can't move through hyperspace, I can't destroy anything, I can't do any of those things.

I honestly believe that my family is trying to hide something about me from me. I don't know what it is yet, but I will find out. I don't fully understand why they are trying to hide what really happened to him from me. It's like they don't know who I am as person. No one has ever hidden anything from me for as long as I have been alive. I know when someone is lying to me.

I love my family but I hate the lying and covering up. I heard what I heard and that is the end of it.

Well; it is whatever now. If my family doesn't trust me with the truth, I am fine with that; however, if they feel comfortable letting me know what is really going on and who would actually want me dead, I am fine with that too. At this moment, I have other shit to worry about, including finishing up my third year of college and finding someone that I could possibly spend the rest of my life with.

I just hope that the rest of this year is better than my last few years.