Prologue:

The future. No one knows much about it. They know what they want it become, and what it's likely to become. There a few people born into families with the Inner Eye as part of their heritage, but the future that they see is more of a vague cloud of mist. It will come true, but that doesn't mean you necessarily understand what it means. Or that is common knowledge's perception of the future. However, each century one person is born.

A person who will live for exactly hundred years until the successor is born. They are born on December 21st on the 55th year of each century. No one is sure of why this is the year, or why the Winter Solstice is the day of birth. Society is kept from knowing the existence of this person because they would use them for evil and power. He or she holds the future in their hands. They know exactly how and what is going to happen, and it never deviates from the path they see. No one knows enough about the future to fix it.

The person can be of any blood, but most of them are half-blooded. When they are born they can be identified by a moving design that depicts an eclipse occurring that appears on their back. Each hospital has one official who is aware of the Gift so that the proper precautions can be taken.

If the Gifted were to be part of society they may be tempted to alter the future in a way that would benefit themselves and the people who they were close to. So they are raised on their own, a tutor comes in each day to help them hone their magical powers. Their family is given a new baby and they are told to never contact their birth child again. While the precautions can be justified, they can also be seen as cruel. The Gifted are raised alone, spending their time watching and recording the lives of strangers through dreams and flashes.

All of the Gifted are treated as crystal balls. When the government decides their powers can benefit them, they abuse them, but other than that they are stacked onto the shelves and left in solitary confinement. They aren't even given names, because if they keep the level of humanity separate from the Gifted attatchments and selfish alterations of the future are less likely. Instead, they are called blue the number Gifted they are and the color of their tattoo.

I am a Gifted.

I am Number 22 Black.

I was alone.