It starts with a pickpocket

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The year was 5003 and the world as we know it has changed dramatically, the world was now split into three different sections based upon how much power or magic one holds. There was high class, these were the people who held the most power or magic. They also happened to be the richest people in the whole of the world and there were only a number of families that were so gifted. The Lester's, the Howell's the Crows and the Evergreen's. Next there was middle class these were people who had magic and power that was no where near the match of the high classes power. This was the most common class with thousands of families within it and lastly there was low class. This was the class of those who had very little to no magic or power. They were the poorest class as well for reasons no one really knew.
Now, at birth each and every baby is tested for how much power or magic they hold, once tested the baby is then sorted into a class. This of course means that sometimes a member of a different class can have a baby who gets sorted into another class. This is what happened to Dan. He was born into the Howell family in the high class, but once he had been tested he was found to be a low class power with no magic or power to be found. Now it had been said that sometimes a test could be wrong, that sometimes a baby only gets magic and powers once they have grown, but most don't believe that, it's only rumour they claim. So, he was shipped off, given a new last name of Sprit and left on the doorstep of his new parents house. That is where Daniel Sprit had lived out his entire life, pick pocketing from middle and high class visitors in the hopes of getting some money to aid in feeding his family, at the age of twelve though he started to develop powers, he could light a fire with the click of his fingers along with the new ability he'd discovered to teleport to anywhere at any time. He was getting stronger every day but it wasn't like that matter at all. Today he had heard that a member of the high-class family the Lester's would be visiting as to why no one knew but it would be the perfect chance for Dan to get his hands on a lot of cash.

 Phil was high class, his magic level was off the chart, his family was visiting the lower classes to see what was going on, they heard rumours which they wanted to straighten out before it lead to any form of rebellion. Even though 'Phil's name was known to all not many actually knew what he looked like, he tried to stay out of public eye. Sure they knew he was a Lester, that was obvious, but not many knew Phil was actually 'Philip Michael Lester' one of the most powerful of his generation. When his family made it to the village he decided to take a small look around on his own, separating himself from his family.

Dan, like most days was hiding out in the alley he might as well of called home at this point. He was waiting, watching. He knew that someone of a higher class would stick out like a sore thumb around here. Getting to the person when he found them be easy, thanks to the fact he could teleport. It wasn't long though before he spotted a tall, thin man with black hair that swept over one side of his face. He was dressed to the nines and was clearly of a higher class then anyone else around here. Effortlessly he teleported over to behind the man, walking behind him for a while before making his move. He slipped his hand into the man's left hand side pocket with ease, his fingers touching something round and cold. Swiftly he pulled his hand back, pocketing whatever it had been he had grabbed, not taking the chance to stop and look at the item. He could do that later.

Phil closed his eyes softly before stopping in his tracks and turning around in one swift move, he didn't use his magic yet he was just gifted with speed. Glancing up at the boy he tilted his head to the side and smiled sweetly, sweeping his fringe out of his eyes. " Hello there" his voice had a northern twinge to it much like everyone else in his family. His normal blue eyes got darker as he slowly moved closer to him. " I believe you have something of mine?"

Dan looked up at the man as he turned around. He'd been caught and he knew it, although it wasn't like he couldn't just get himself out of there if he needed to. He shook his head innocently, trying his best to come off like he had no idea what this man was talking about when he said "No? what are you talking about?" he asked, his accent contrasting the other's making him sound rather posh even though he felt the opposite of it. "I'm just going to the shop, to see if they can spare some scrap. Sir" he said softly, giving the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 01, 2016 ⏰

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