[ WP ] A person 's eye colour correlates to what superpower they have , activated at age 18 . You are the first person to be born with totally black eyes .

I was told that I was only spared at birth because I was the Chieftain's son. I was told this many times, most often by the other children. 
 
 My father never intervened. He simply looked at me with cold blue eyes and told me thus; `` You must solve your own problems.'' As I grew older and stronger he grew weaker and sicker. The people called it a curse, and cursed me for it in exchange. 
 
 The others trained for their occupation. The White Wise read the colors of their eyes, told them what they would become in the future. From the burly brown, men to defend our tribe against the others with their thick and sturdy bodies which could turn aside the blows of weaker men to the violent violet, who could berzerk with such fury that the mountains trembled, and wrestled the might mammoths to bring us food. 
 
 I was told thus; `` You are nothing.'' 
 
 For all my life I was spit upon, denied the rights of my station. `` Black-eye for the black-eyes!'' children would crow, and set upon me. So I grew strong, and I grew quick. I learned where to strike a man to stop him. To strike at the back of the knee to fell one larger than myself, and then to attack their head. 
 
 It took time, but the children learned. Eventually they gave me nothing but disrespect, but they kept their fists away, for when I fell upon them I fell like a storm. 
 
 We grew older, and I had no trade to learn. My father favored my younger twin-a red-eye-'' a strong man to lead the tribe... if his brother would only get himself lost in the mountains.'' People thought I did not hear. My younger brother heard. I could tell by the way he sneered at me. 
 
 But while children learned to repeat the past, I struggled towards the future for I found myself with a great deal of time and did not waste it. I slowly chipped stone against stone and with sinew and vine tied it to a study branch. The children mocked my invention, for against a brown it was nothing. 
 
 I saw the flames of the red-eyes smash into the hide of a mammoth which had recently bathed in the waters of the river, and saw the mud harden and take shape while the mammoth remained unharmed. I made bricks, but all that I built was destroyed by foolish children. 
 
 Finally, I turned 18. There was nothing, as it was foretold. I was called before my father. An emergency, I was told. 
 
 Immediately I bathed in the river. 
 
 I returned to find my father dead of his long illness at last, my younger twin seated upon the bend in the rock that made my father's throne. 
 
 `` That is my throne,'' I said. 
 
 He shook his head. `` I am sorry brother, but father bequeathed leadership to me.'' He scowled. `` A not unwise decision, for it appears you have bathed in mud instead of coming here to say your final goodbye, as you should have.'' 
 
 `` That is my throne,'' I said again. 
 
 With a sigh my younger twin loosed a bolt of fire. But with my flesh covered in wet mud, it hurt but a little, and as I plunged the stone dagger into his heart his last look was one of surprise. 
 
 The tribe was horrified, but with me the only surviving son, I was accepted. Immediately I set the men to work making tools, but they barely understood what I taught. They had powers, only I had nothing. I despaired. 
 
 My child was born, with blue eyes, like my father, and I despaired further. But when the White Wise looked at him they recoiled in fear. `` What.'' I asked. 
 
 `` He has nothing!'' they said. 
 
 I smiled, for at last I understood. I had nothing. It would be my children who would rule everything.
