Secondary Ability

As I looked myself over, I began to think on what I was told before, about my secondary ability.

The moment I did so, I felt knowledge begin to enter my head as the applications and ideas of how to use it filled my mind.

I had the ability of written ownership, ANYTHING I write my name upon becomes mine. But while I could change them in almost any way I wanted, I was unable to change their physical nature. I couldn't make a human into a troll, but I could certainly make them act like it.

As I thought about that, I realized. I didn't have anything to write with.

"Well Shit." I said aloud, projecting my thoughts into the wild. My ability was useless without anything to write with. So I took a seat down by the pond, thinking it over before I found it. Right under my nose.

"MUD." I all but screamed out as my mind raced through the possibilities. _It never said what I had to write with yea? so theoretically, I could just paint my name on their back with mud to symbolize my ownership of them. _I felt my plans starting up again, differing hopes and ambitions being built off the ground, only to crumble. As I remembered. Showers were still very necessary.

"How will I permanently mark them?" I questioned the air again, only to get no response. I felt my hand move to my eyebrows, rubbing them from frustration just as so many times before, only to be stopped as they bumped into my new tusks.

"Stupid fuckin---" I stopped cursing my new race as a single thought ran through my mind. _I am a troll now. I live in a troll village. _And the problem that seemed to be the doom of me, melted.

"If I get some mud, write my name on someone, then make small cuts onto them writing my name, before telling them to heal it but keep the scarring, it WOULD WORK!!" this time, I really did scream out from excitement.

I calmed myself, realizing that screaming and shouting at night was a very good way to find yourself arrested.

I decided that the best course of action was to find a place of silence and to properly think things through.

I had walked home, after grabbing some mud of course, and quickly decided to do a test run, to make sure everything was in working order.

I was about to write out my name across the building, but I stopped, my eye drifting towards somewhere else.

I looked down the street, to find my neighbor's lights still on. I wasn't sure how I didn't spot them, but as I watched, I noticed the figure.