Unwanted yet Chosen

This disease that hunts us is quite different of what people think a disease is. The world that runs on energy called—”mana” is the lifeblood of our cultures and our lives, without it, a person would seem like a lifeless husk, dead—probably? We were gods in the eyes of normal people, gods with pitiful amount of years, yet that amount of time is enough to damage the whole world as we know it. People have a set amount to spend and recover, but us? We had an unlimited amount, enough to kill us as we turn twenty. It seems the gods have justice given to them and the common people not given any at all. Well—what do I know—I’m a god myself -I got lazy with finishing the cover