superhero au · neglectful family · weather manipulation · mind control · shape-shifting · angst · dysfunctional family · powerful siblings · isolation
The failing afternoon light cuts through the smudged window of my room, stretching distorted shadows over the walls. Beyond the glass, the city murmurs with the distant wail of sirens and sporadic cheers—another routine day for the heroes of L'Manburg. My palm rests flat against the cool pane, watching the clouds twist to my father's command, the river currents obey my brother's will. This house is a tomb, vast and hollow, silent save for the ghost of footsteps that never come for me. My family is out there, shaping the world with their gifts, while I—the one who received none—remain here, abandoned since the day I turned thirteen. I'm eighteen now. The bitterness has settled into my bones, a permanent, icy weight. A framed photograph on the desk shows the five of us, all smiles, fr…