Ascended Beings - The Kaleidoscope of History

It was a place in a future where the planet was dying. A city that was one of the few refuges left for humanity. A man looking for a new life in such a dreaded wasteland. He was one of the blessed capable of using ascension powers though they were dormant and he knew nothing about it. The man was waiting in line at the makeshift quartermaster's desk, it was placed inside an abandoned skyscraper that was repurposed for handing out job postings and registration. It was not long before he was next to be served. This man was from a line of fishermen and asked for a license to fish even though it was a dying trade in times such as this. The quartermaster shrugged his shoulders and wrote up an issued license for fishing. The man gave the quartermaster his information as he finished his registration. He was given a satchel of goods that was tied in a nice package inside a woollen blanket. The quartermaster thanked him for his time and the man paid him fairly in coin and ration tickets.   The man picked up his new found belongings and headed off into the building. The section of wall behind the quartermaster was ripped open and was exposed to the outside. There was a make shift railing to help prevent anyone from falling. The weather had become temperate and warm due to the drastic change from the last war of resources, which continued to rage on, but not in this place. Where people organized their own enclave and created a somewhat stable commune. The view from the opening was spectacular and the breeze made it comfortable. The man continued on heading out into the city. Passing by a market he was asked to help set up a lunch room for the orphans and refugees. He agreed to help and was promised a meal for his efforts. It did not take long as there was several volunteers helping out. He sat at a table in the front of the lunch room and looked through his pack. It contained some basic materials required for survival in this wasteland such as some antibiotics, clothing, and a water skin. There was also a small switchblade for protection and for preparing any survival need such as gutting or carving.   The free meal was not fancy and only consisted of a chilli and bread with a bottle of water to fill the belly and quench the thirst. The man soon finished his meal and packed up his things and moved on looking for a place to stay for a while and sleep if need be. After some time of wandering the streets he came upon a run down building only a few storeys high. The place was housing a small group of about 30-40 people. There was a mix matched kitchen on the main floor and several rooms in the above floors. On the second floor there was a cleared space that became a gym with no more than a small weight bench and some rattled practice dummies. The man checked in at the counter and asked for a room. He asked if there was a limit to how long he had to stay in case it was only temporary. The clerk replied saying it did not matter as long as you pulled your weight when needed or asked. Also there was one requirement which was attend a fitness class to keep a position as a permanent resident. The man agreed and offered the last of his coin to the clerk to reserve a room with. In moments the man had become registered as a permanent resident and was given the schedule for the fitness class.   Heading up the stairs to the 4th floor into the 8th room at the back of the building. There was no keys as most rooms were shared equally and only locked from the inside. The man knocked on the door and turned the doorknob opening the door to an empty room with 2 small cots placed at the back of the room on opposite sides of the room. The man took the cot on the left and placed his items at the top of the bed. He laid down and soon fell into sleep dreaming of days gone by and of days to come...