Enigma (ON HOLD)

Prologue

Everyone needs someone to blame, it's human nature. I'm usually the person that's blamed. My father and I have always been close. My mother passed the day I was born, and dad rarely speaks of her. He's protective of me, and considering everything, I understand why.

The world is split, light bloods, dark bloods, and the undecided, hero's and villains. The summer of 1983 was when the war of poisoned minds had just come to an end, the war when good fought evil and somehow won. Anyone with dark blood either went into hiding or was captured and killed. Light bloods controlled the surface, the rich city's and castles. While the dark bloods got shunned and stuck with what they could find. They built lives in back ally's and underground city's.

That was until 1994 when a new law was passed that criminalised the murder and harm of dark bloods and the same year Woodside academy was founded, hoping to merge both bloods once more. A school where some of the greatest light bloods and most dangerous dark bloods were taught.

Woodside is now a boarding school for teens age 14-19. They can hide their blood family if they wish and trying to out someone is met with strict punishment. The biggest and most diverse school in the magical world. Graduates can go onto live lives as doctors and teachers while others can go on to rule kingdoms.

2023 and despite the laws protecting the dark bloods, society still shuns us, our underground city's and back ally's are our homes, our schools are run down and dangerous but so are our lives. Only the greatest dark bloods succeed in getting to Woodside academy. It's our only hope for a future outside of danger.

The undecided, the group that's blood are red, they have no powers regardless of power. They fit in wherever they can, accepted by the light bloods and hunted by the dark, they are seen as weak and unusual. I have never met one and never want to. As a dark blood I'm expected to kill the Undecided and I'm no killer.

My dad has always wanted me to succeed, to get to Woodside and get out of here. Every light blood believes him to be dead, slain by his own father during the war, but that wasn't the case. So while I tried to live a normal life and control my powers, he was running the underworld.

I love my life, my friends. But when my letter came threw the door, 'accepted' in bold writing, I knew I was leaving. Going to Woodside as my dad has always wanted. Come August I will be 17 in the passenger seat of my dad's ford mustang bullet, driving the winding back roads of the Eshitaran countryside, heading for the historic school where I will spend the next two agonising years.

So here I am, sitting in my underworld bedroom, nothing but flames outside. My room being no different, black walls, black bed and cherry red accessories. My walls lined with Polaroids, from beach days to raves. My shoulder length ruby hair in the mirror catching my attention, pin straight with the added flames, just like dad. Something we could both turn off and on, which was more practical. The powerful have powers, some common while others are rare. Me and my dad can manipulate fire. The flaming hair trick was something he taught me on my 6th birthday and it never gets old.

Today is the last day of summer and the last day of my terrible reputation. Tomorrow I will be leaving everything, my friends, my dad and my home. All for a prestigious school where I won't fit in. Here in the underground city's of Aqetall where all the dark bloods live, I have a reputation. The rebel with no respect for authority and a habit of being blamed by others for everything that goes wrong.

Rumours of my father being alive circle the streets. Nobody, not even my friends know who my parents are. My life is a secret, to everyone. It gets suffocating, only having my father to talk to as he is the only one who knows the entire truth.

My life is a secret for my safety. If word got out that my father was alive, we would be hunted, not just by light bloods but by my own grandfather who believes that he succeeded in murdering his son.

My grandfather and my grandmother were highly respected and believed to be light bloods. When my grandfather found out that his wife was in fact lying about her blood and his son was the product of an affair he vowed to kill all dark bloods, starting with his wife and son.

My father was on the run for years until he met my mother, the kindest dark blood he had ever met and they settled down. His father only caught up to him when they both fought in the war of poisoned minds, on different sides. After he was believed to be dead, my mom and dad hid in the underworld.

She gave birth to me, the birth only giving her minutes to say goodbye. Heartbroken and alone, my father vowed to give me the life he never had, and from that day forward, it was just us.

I spent the first 14 years of my life living in the fiery underworld, getting homeschool and only seeing the dead. When I turned 15 my father decided it was time for high school, so I went under a different name, Haven Fryers. The mystery surrounding me destroyed any chance I had at a relationship, I had friends but I wasn't close with any of them.

In this world everyone needs someone to blame and I'm done being that person.