I am special.
I know this, despite the other children's attempt to shun me.
It doesn't matter. I am better than them, above them. I know this because my abilities make it so that I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to without training them, and I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me…I can make them hurt if I want to.
The imbeciles I am forced to share water, food, and bed with have finally caught on to this in the past couple of years. I hung a dear pet rabbit up in the rafters, and even traumatized two of my enemies into permanent silence on an orphanage field trip. When snakes come to talk to me, I have made a habit of setting them on my peers when the desire strikes, as I have the advantage of being able to talk back to the reptiles in their own language.
I finally have the wide berth I desire. People are pathetic, inadequate, feeble. Pitiful. Finally someone in a nearby country has realized this and is climbing to power. One day I will be out of this orphanage and not depending on anyone but myself. Perhaps this man will be lucky enough to stumble upon my brilliance and he will ask for my assistance…and maybe I will accept, doing that for a few years before removing him and taking over.
He may be more intelligent than anyone else in this world, but no one is a match for me. No one is a match for my nameless power, my abilities.
I am special.