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Terence

"Happy birthday Terence. So now that you've had all the presents from me and your father we've got a letter to give you," Terence's mother gave a small smile, releasing her son from her tight grip. He fought comically for air for a couple of seconds before his trademark smirk settled of his lips.

"Pass it here then. I've got things to do, can't waste all my time of you two can I?" Terence smirked, checking his watch dramatically.

His father handed the letter to him and Terence ripped it open, expecting a cheque for thousands of dollars from some long-forgotten aunt or someone. He hasn't expecting something like this.

No cheque. No gift-cards or IOUs. No money at all.

"Where's the money?" Terence asked, shaking the envelope having already thrown the letter aside. His parents exchanged worried looks.

"Son, read the letter," his father said firmly, pressing it into Terence's hand. Then he stepped back, giving Terence a wide berth and looping an arm round his wife's shoulders.

Terence unfolded the letter and began to read. His eyes grew wide as he did so. His parents exchanged another look, this time one of pure terror but their son was too enthralled by the words on the page to notice. A smile slowly spread itself over Terence's lips as a single thought formed in his head.

That's why everything was natural to him. Everything was so perfectly easy to him. He wasn't even the Canadian boy he'd been bought up as. He, Terence Wright, had a gift and he was going to be taught how to harness and control it. What could it be though? Something awesome like telepathy, telekinesis or super strength? Hopefully not something pathetic like heat sensory or elemental control.

"Terence, dear? Are you okay?" his mother asked, stepping forward to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Of course I am. I'm gifted," Terence smirked.

"You mean, you aren't angry about all this? That we never told you about the adoption?" she asked, relaxing slightly.

Terence snorted, "Why would I be? I'm gifted, I'm above all the other pathetic people on this little planet. I'm better than everyone else in that adoption centre and you knew it, that's why you chose me. You knew I was destined for greater things and that's why you chose me."

"So, you don't even have any questions?" Terence's father asked, shocked yet simultaneously relaxed.

"I'm gifted and you've known all along. I'm not from this world, my whole life has been a charade and you've lied to me all my life. No, no questions at all," Terence scowled, storming out of the room, still clutching the piece of paper between his fingers.

"So, I suppose now would be a really bad time to offer cake," his mother gave another small smile.

“Yes, Jen. It would be a terrible time for cake...”