Slipping Down the Elexir's Throat

Prologue

There was magic all around but the society that used it was as un magical as it could possibly be. Conservative and blind to how unequal it actually was. Those with power cared about nothing more than strengthening their own and earning fortunes that could help the starving or the planet that had been robbed of almost all the magic that kept it going.

You could see it now, grass dying and becoming fields of mud, colours draining and flowers becoming rarer and rarer, fruits rarely grew to completion anymore but yet the news mentioned nothing of it, instead concentrating on crimes, new spells that everyday people have no use of and the next company to become millionaires.

In a way Kiden saw himself in nature, the decline in colour and abilities seeming to match perfectly with their own mental health and lack of concentration. Two years earlier he had gotten into their dream school on stage magic, the form of magic that was used with the art of theatre for entertainment. The class was amazing, the teachers lovely, the perfect education even though they had to travel so far each day, nearly 4 hours all in all but it was worth it.

Kiden kept hearing that he should take a break from studying but with no time for homework on weekdays, the weekend was the only time to do it and the constant stress in his mind for classes and his work not being good enough no matter how many people told him to stop before the stress took him over. And so it did, at the end of the first year it happened, he had run straight into an invisible wall. Tired no matter how much he slept, meeting profesional after profesional, trying elexir after elexir with no idea if they were helping at all.

They seemed to be chained to their bed, getting up, going outside, eating, all off it took energy he didn't possess. With a concentration span of less than ten minutes, unable to do things like reading not to mention everyday things. No motivation which made him even more prone to be a prisoner in his own mind. Every loud, even slightly irritated voice bringing him to the point of panic which often seemed followed by the feeling of thousands of voices screaming, bringing to his attention his every flaws, which often seemed endless. Fear, panic, guilt, desperation and more that he couldn't name seemingly holding him with an irongrip.

At these times every little sound from the world outside the hideout that was their room, making them hold their breath, terrified of someone entering and seeing him. Afterwards this was something that could bring good amounts of guilt to his heart, his family was lovely. His father Bayde could become quite angry often but was otherwise a wonderful man and no one had ever done anything to him so why was he so terrified of his own father?

Time after time he tried to get back to school but each time he could only last a class or two, if lucky one day and then unable to go back, eventually he was forced to let go of his place in the class, a hard and painful decision, realizing that it is too late, that the dream he had started on would be impossible and that he would have to let go of amazing people.

Days felt like years but at the same time weeks went by seemingly quickly because of the never ending routine of barely getting out of bed. Every day stuff such as watching dramatical works on the crystal ball or on water surfaces were too much, slowly they lost hope, they were missing out on years of life, how could they ever manage to pick upp the many classes he missed and university on top of that when their conditioned never seemed to lessen, at this rate they would be middle aged by the time they got an education. Every day was a fight against themselves.