Rare Treasures

“Who are ‘they’?” Kana tilted her head to one side, quizzical.

Andrev pushed past her, ignored her sound of kitten-hurt. “How many others are there like me?”

“There are none quite like you,” the man said. “None with the same raw power and potential. None with the same - crippling disabilities.” He slewed a sidelong glance at Kana as he said this.

Kana clutched at Andrev’s arm, but he shook her off.

“How many more of our kind?”

“Little more than a hundred,” the man said. “We survive as best we can. Younglings are rare treasures.”

“Why was I left behind?”