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There were three explosions that night. Each in a different part of the city. The brutality of the targets, unflinching. A school. A church. A government building. All civilians. All dead. There wasn't enough man power to respond to such a bombardment. The nature of such attacks reflect the mind of the enemy combatant. Merciless, cruel, and ready to sacrifice innocents. No remorse. But who is the enemy? There has been no word on the broadcast channels, which now have been taken over by the government. All I see on the streets are sirens and people crying. The military is coming. Me? My dreams have changed. I feel as if something is changing within me. As my city disintegrates around me, inside, I feel something building. Powers. Powers of light. I wake up, still expecting to see the runes on my palms. But they are not there. Only in my dreams.