[ WP ] Instead of money , we have superpowers .

In the beginning, strength ruled the world. 
 
 
 Those who had it ate and were warm, for they could tear down the mountains to make their house and could cut down the forests to make their fields. The strong feared no animal and no man. The people were fractured and isolated by region, personal loyalty, and the life-span of the strongest. Small fief-doms often rose and fell on the abilities of a single man or woman. 
 
 
 Then, there was the Enlightenment. Ofsa, the prophet, who knew all things, saw the world as it was and as it could be. For thirty years he sealed himself away in a location he knew to be safe, to think not only of the fate of the world, but how the world would change once it knew its own future. When he came out, he carried with him two thousand and forty seven secret pages of cryptic script, to be passed down in the bloodline he knew he would establish. 
 
 
 From there, the rest was preordained. Ofsa recruited those he knew could be trusted, killed those who could not, and established what would one day be the kingdom of Ofsen. On his deathbed, he passed his gift to his firstborn, and so on and so forth, so that the knowledge of the future would not be lost. 
 
 
 Once a peaceful place to trade was established, the world flourished. A mere three men with the ability to encourage plant growth literally fed the world. An army of less than twenty kept the peace, which was easy, as the greatest threats were already known were dealt with properly. The most powerful of these gifts were passed down as a family heritage, each firstborn trained to take the role of the former bearer. When a random citizen is found to have a powerful ability, they were given the chance to give up their gifts in return for a life time of wealth and happiness, or to be recruited as a new member of the family. 
 
 
 Ofsa had seen this and wrote that everything would be good for the duration of the two thousand and forty seven pages, until the Variable is born. A man whose actions are hidden from his eyes and so is everything that is affected by him, resulting in a wave of mist that could not be dispelled from his vision of the future. This man had no ability other than being beyond prediction, and thus could do whatever he pleased. 
 
 
 This is where our story starts. With all the great families falling into chaos as the bloodline of seers stretching back to Ofsa steps down as a leader and declaring that the future is now, once again, new and unknown.
