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body tingled, from the pit of my stomach up to the tips of my fingers. This had only happened to me three times before and each time, it was in a moment of rage.
     
    . . .
     
    Allow me to explain something before I proceed. It’s believed that the name of our continent comes from the fact that we have a bunch of people who somehow manage to kill people without weapons. Oftentimes, these people kill themselves in the process, but that’s beside the point. For some reason, and no one knows quite why, certain people have the ability to shock others. I’m not talking about the little static shock that we all get sometimes when we touch metal. I’m talking about a full charge thunderbolt.
     
    Our doctors have done all the research into this, and the best they can come up with is that our vegetables have different nutrients than the vegetables of Green and this is what causes us to have evolved into beings that can hold an unequal charge for an extended period of time. One doctor states that the electricity in our body is always neutral – the same amounts of positives and negatives. When we get more positives or negatives from friction with our clothing, this creates an imbalance and in turn, we get a little shock. According to this same doctor, the “Mystics” as we call them, can hold this imbalance for long periods of time without even knowing it. It can build and build with no ill effects to the Mystic – that is until the Mystic chooses to release that energy.
     
    Just the same way that a minor static shock hurts both people involved, the energy released from a Mystic could kill both people involved or at least seriously burn both people. But just the same as with a minor static shock, if you are carrying a piece of metal in your hand when you touch someone, the energy of the shock goes through the metal and doesn’t hurt the electrically imbalanced person. This is why I’ve been forced to wear a Mystic glove everyday of my entire life. If I ever had a “surge” as I call it, I could very readily kill myself.
     
    Most Mystics go to college to learn how to control these surges and use them to their benefit. Some of the best use it as a weapon anytime they choose and they can even aim the surge. I never went to the Mystic Academy and I refuse to. I cannot control my surges, but I do know when it’s going to happen. I have about a four-heartbeat warning, then there’s nothing I can do except make sure my gloved hand is further outstretched than any other portion of my body.
     
    . . .
     
    The tingling increased in my body to such a point that I thought it would literally stop my heart. The Earthian was now looking at me and bringing his rifle up to aim it, but by then it was too late. I jutted my right hand forward just as my whole arm felt like it caught on fire from the inside out. Four blinding white bolts shot outward from my glove, thundering as it tore violently through the air and crashed into the Earthian vessel. The torrent of electricity was powerful enough to almost send the giant beast onto its side. But it tipped back before the point of no return, landing with a heavy thud back on its skids.
     
    I fell to the ground, my body aching inside as it had the last three times this happened. If the Earthians inside the vessel were still alive, they would have ample opportunity to kill me now in my wasted state.
     
    “ Dad?” I croaked, hoping somehow that he could hear me from several paces away.
     
    I lay on the ground facedown waiting for those shivering pains to dissipate. I knew two things in that moment. One being if I hadn’t been wearing that glove, I would be dead right now. And two, I would be spending my harvest at the Mystic Academy.
     

 
     
    August 1, 2376
     
     
     
    The holographic video of the war in South America flickered off, then switched to the image of a blonde woman.
     
    “ In other news, a construction crew working in the Florida Keys yesterday stumbled across a rare