Tristan sat in the sitting room of his home, his eyes a cloudy white glazed colour.
He watched the future events of the mutants within the nearby city.
The deaths that would happen to make certain people stronger through mourning. The steps for humanity to accept the evolution of their own people. The dramatic events that would unfold in the next few years.
All of the future depended on the first meeting with the first villian and soon the first soon-to-be hero, which would set off a chain reaction and set off the match of destiny for a few people.
A few people that could change the world or break the world.

Tristan sighed, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Opening them, his eyes returned to their normal hazel colour.
He thought of his soon, untimely death that he had just foreseen, that he already had known about so many years before. Tristan has came to accept the future, and the balance of the Universe. He didn't fear death. He didn't fear that the future had to happen sometime, be it good or bad.

Oh, but if only the future were so simple as to see it and experience it's effects.
So many possibilities, so many little cuts on the egdes of the future can develop into tears and then rips, completely altering it's track.
I just hope it goes to plan, and the butterfly effect isn't put into place..

Tristan stood, making his way to his kitchen and pouring himself a cup of steaming coffee.

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A Smouldering Heap Of Perfection.