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In a world where all the myths and legends are true and the blood you are born with determines whether you will oppress, or 𝘣𝘦 oppressed, a group of boys from opposing bloodlines come together in an unlikely alliance, only to find themselve...
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~ Four years ago ~ - Wooyoung's 18th birthday -
ℐn that moment, Wooyoung felt everything.
But like the flip of a switch, suddenly, he felt nothing at all.
Emptiness.
Just a blinding pit of blackness, surrounded by the brutal sting of nothing.
A void, so deep and so vast that nothing and no one stood a chance of breaking through. His skin tingled and his head spun wildly, and suddenly, he felt as though he couldn't breathe.
The word that had boomed around the courtroom already having thinned out into a deafening silence, absorbed by the walls and the people sitting within it - it still echoed painfully around inside his head, and would, for a very long time to come.
'Exile.'
That word, would become the very reason every single thing in Wooyoung's life burned to ash. Just that one word, was enough to rip away every little thing that he'd ever come to love and adore, tearing a great, gaping wound in his heart; the pain of it too much for him to bare.
Just like that, he learned the hard truth - he had never mattered. His existence meant absolutely nothing to those around him, and 'just like that,' he would simply cease to exist, here, in the place he loved and had once called home.
Here, he would suddenly become the ghost of a person that no one would ever speak of again.
In that moment, Wooyoung felt everything.
And he felt nothing at all.
Bitter tears stung his eyes, but whether they fell or not was irrelevant. His mind was too preoccupied with a sinister blackness, spreading like wildfire and casting a thick, black shadow over every thought, every memory, and every hope, that he had once had for his life.
Time morphed into a time-lapse, and without even realising, he found himself at the gates of the city, staring out into the dark void that was the forest before him; the forest, that would now be his home.
Wooyoung had always loved his mother more than anything in the world, and deep down somewhere, he probably knew that he still did. It wasn't her fault. He knew that. But looking at his mother, he felt nothing.
As she fought to hug her son one last time, council guards forcibly tore her away, screaming murder, leaving him to stand as he always would, until the day he died:
Alone.
He wasn't sure why, but through the continuous blur of time, his eyes danced over two bright blue lights, far away from him in the distance. Blinking back tears, he saw that they were the eyes of his best frien- a boy he used to know. He let his eyes rest upon the boy, standing next to the Consul on the podium beside the gates.
