A Kingdom of Sins

Chapter One

 Now, ten years later, I walk the empty streets of Alina, the capital of Lydia. It has been too long since that awful night, when everything fell apart. Noah and I are still waiting for things to come back together. He says it will happen one day or another but I'm no optimists. I know that life's not fair and on day are problems will not just disappear right in front of our eyes. I know that princes won't just come and save the day, but I can let him be an optimist for a little longer, right?

I walked into brightly lit market. The Autumn wind raged, starting a war against the simple sheets that kept thieves hidden in the darkness where they planned their next attack. The streets were paved with clueless idiots going about their day, unaware of Fae who stood watching over them even though they didn't care for us. My only wish as an Astral Magic user was to be in a dark quiet room, somewhere where I could be alone and forget about all the problems and memories that cut me down. But Noah and I had been thru too much for me to abandon him for the darkness, so I continued down the path, looking for him. He still worried that after one of my nightmares or hallucinations I would find myself comforted by the empty peace of the darkness that I would let it eat me. I haven't let the darkness keep me scenes that night so long ago. Now it scares me. So I throw my hood up over my hair and searched for Noah. My fiery orange hair flew threw the spotless light blue sky, that came to Lydia only in Autumn, only for a split second before I tugged it back under the protection of my hood.

A strong shoulder rams into me, I have not yet seen their face yet I know who they are. I stumble to the ground, Mace's gray eyes picking me up. "You really need to stop running me down, Mace," I said causing both of us to laugh, "soon I'm just going to assume you're just a really bad flirt!" It was nice having someone who didn't know who you were, who didn't know you were Fae, but it was rare. The world seemed divided into three parts, The children of Eve, who rule over Lydia with an iron fist. When Noah and I first arrived to Lydia we had no idea who they were, the only two we had meet were Prince Mason and King Alric, both setting an efy impression. Sadly, most if not all Eve's were like this. But they were human much like Apes. Apes, as Eve's called them were the "low" caste. The relationship between those two are like physiological project; what would happen if you told one group of people they were better than the other? Even though the "Divide", as they called it, happen so long ago people still hold to it, clinging to it like it gave them life. I would love for the answer to be that they wouldn't care and get along but until Eve's found Fae's to pick on that wasn't true. Both groups thought that Eve's were better and inreturn Eve's put Apes down. Then Fae's entered the picture and changed everything. We became the torchered, impressed, slaughtered, and hunted. Ape's were no longer the bottom, we were. Both Eve's and Ape's thought that we were inferior, less than human. But in truth we are so much more, they're just scared.

Mace offered me his hand, like he does every day around this time when he "accidentally" runs my down, but I politely decline and hop to my feet. He seemed to polight for a Ape so I've assumed he was Fae but I truly have no idea. He and Noah kept this world from flattening me. "We should really meet some other time, when you're not falling for me that is," he gave me a new pun every day, by now he must have had at least three journals filled with them. He's the only one to laugh at his awful joke. Honestly he told me a pun that ripped my ears off almost every day, it was like a secret passed only between our ears.

"You're puns are just as bad as you're flirting," I said waving to him as he walks away. His wavy brown hair and gray eyes always remind me of someone but I've never really put my finger on it. I hadn't said that name in nearly ten years, but now I said it almost daily, it echoing in my thoughts. Mace. My nickname for Prince Mason. That night ten years ago was like an endless nightmare, always replaying in my head. Always trying to call me into the darkness. I shook it off and continued searching for Noah.