Per 
At the end of a dirt road, there was a tree, something normal in the countryside of Michigan. Whether it was dropped there as a seed by a bird or carried on the back of a logging truck was inconsequential. What mattered is that this little sapling would be seen by a young boy every day and set the course for his entire life.
To someone on the outside, there was nothing extraordinary about this tiny corner of the vast, open world. Nothing even close to remarkable about Joshua Allens. He was just a child growing up in a rural area, a tiny plot of land set too far from civilization for him to be able to contact others, close enough to the mines where his father worked to be able to come home for lunch every day, but far enough from the hate and intolerance of the city for the yawning sky to reveal the universe to anyone willing to look up every night.
He found the universe in a glance, all he would ever remember of the most important moment of his life was a silent voice calling him, not by name, but by being. As if the voice wasn't a voice but something within and of him that made him need to look up into the sky, today he would regret that decision but at the time he believed he might have been touched by God.
It was an everlasting moment of sound, light, and joy. A feeling that would follow him through the years, it was one that would end others like him. But as the stars came down to dance with him and the sky became all there was… he could gaze into the expanse and where normal humans felt a creeping fear, he felt an overwhelming joy that would carry him through his life- further then any mortal should ever go.
I can't say for certain what causes a reality bender to happen. For me it… was a lot of shit and a need to stay alive. I needed to live, I needed to survive, to… finish the job.
The GOC never really figured it out either, all we knew was that we had to kill em before they killed everyone else. At the time knowledge was slim at best and we were going on smoke signals. Someone makes strange things happen, we make them vanish. It was the way things had to be.
I want to be clear while I tell you all this… I didn't enjoy holding a gun to kids heads. I didn't want to grab them from unattended yards and on the way to bus stops. I did what I had to do in order for tomorrow to come. We were so fucking scared of these things… one of them- just fucking one could tear 30 grown men apart- they were immune to guns, bombs, they just fucking couldn't be killed a lot of the time.
It wasn't until I stopped working in the GOC that I began to think. Wonder what they'd be like if they were like me. I was fine, surely they could be. So I thought about it and that's why I'm talking to you now. I think I might have a way to stop it, stop the death on both sides.
I think it's fear that causes the most of them, that and a genetic lottery. Most of them aren't the monsters we were witch hunting. I think if we can stop that moment where they break… the moment where they turn bad that we might be able to make them usable. Like actually use them to fend off the ones that do go bad.
Please, to be honest with you here, I'm so tired of killing kids.
- Alto Clef December 19XX
