Tales of The Starborn

This was going to be an story, possibly even a novel, that I kinda lost interest in. I add to it, every so often, but nothing really major.
[Bk. 1 The Tale of Dom]
(prologue: Legacy of the Stars)
In the twenty first century of the 2nd Age, Man was enslaving the Stars. He would take Their mortal bodies, split them into a thousand pieces, and bind them into steel, glass, and copper, so that He might feed off Their immortal energies. The First to be taken was the Father-God of Man, Solus. The betrayal and draining of his energy left his immortal spirit broken and twisted. He lives now as a bitter old Man on his third mate, Gaea, with whom he sired Man.

After the Stars decided Man had consumed enough of their number, They called a great Council. All of the remaining number came, and they were rage and despair. Asking how it happened, and saying They should have stopped it after the First. Many were of the opinion that it was the Stars' fault, and that this was well- deserved for Their own hubris and laziness. Quickly the clamor died down, however, when the Higher Council, one hundred of the greatest and one hundred of the smallest among Them, began deliberation. They debated for many years, and this period was known as the Age of Flashing Stars.

Finally They came to a conclusion: to protect Themselves, Man's hunger and violence must be restrained. To this end, they would Uplift Man by siring and sponsoring Man's children. Many millions of women, unknowingly, carried the children of the Stars, known as the Starborn. These children were strange from a very young age, even before the legacy in their blood was awakened. Some were abnormally lucky, fit, or intelligent. Others seemed to luminesce in the dark, or have gloom clinging to them even in the brightest light. A fair few knew things that should have been hidden, or had not yet happened. The Gifts of the Starborn were as numerous and varied as the children themselves.

But for all their oddities, they were raised as normal children, and Man was unaware that His world was about to end.

(Ch 1: Innocence)
"Dom!" my mother called up the stairs. I ignored her. She probably wanted to talk to me about something stupid, like my grades. Yeah, they're bad, so what? Everyones grades are bad. But *my* mom has to be the one to have a coronary over it.
"Dom!" she called again, drawing it out with her distinctive Martian accent, making it sound like a epithet. She's not usually this persistent, so I consider going downstairs. For all of thirty seconds. I really didn't want to deal with her, especially after today. My "friends" needed to retake their Human Decency classes.
"Dominik Tradan Starsail! Get your halfbreed butt down here!" my mom called a third time. Uh-oh. She only calls me a halfbreed when I'm in big trouble. I decided it might be wise to see why she was so insistent on seeing me.
"what's up, mom?" I asked, coming cautiously down the stairs.
"I just got off the phone with your schools Head Observer."
I paled, and said, "Really? That's great... What did he have to say?"
"Guess who I heard got into a fight"
"Who might that be?"
"You, smartass! I thought you said you were done with this nishtak!"
"Hey!" i said, alarmed by her use of the Martian swearword, "let's just calm down now. Chelome had it coming. He was being a jerk to Suzy!"
"So? Is she your girl?"
"Well, no. But she's nice. She didn't deserve what he was calling her."
"That doesn't mean put him in the hospital! That means-"
"Yeah, yeah, tell an Observer, or confront him nonviolently. And I tried! I did! But he took it all out of proportion, and I had to defend myself!"
"I don't want to argue! To your room, for the rest of the night, no power."
I groan, but don't try to sway her. I just try to make it back so I can log off my computer.
I make it with time to spare. As I turn off my computer, I look around my room. It's pretty messy, like always. From my vantage point on my bed, I can see my iguana, Thella, sunning himself on a rock. Yes, I know, Thella is a girls name. Gimme a break, I was six when I named him. I was looking at one of my band posters - this one was for an Industrial Seametal revivalist band called Clockwork Seagull- when my lights went down. I felt for my bathroom in the dark, for the illegal box of candles I had stashed behind a loose panel. It's how i survived these punishments.
You see, when I'm in pitch black darkness, I see things... Strange things. Lines that glow like fire and ice. The edges of things, outlined in faint light. Once, I saw words writing themselves across the walls of my room. But as long as I have the smallest bit of light, I don't see a thing. Hence, the illegal candles.