Unlikely Alliances (The Pack)

One - Everything was Not Fine

'Hey, don't look so tense - Everything's fine.'

Everything was not fine.
For whatever reason, King Latsky had called for a search of the village. Normally this wouldn't be a bad thing, but Preston Arsement was sure he knew what it was about.

You see, in the world of Olilaron, there are... Three basic types of people. Now you may be thinking, "Oh, this is gonna be based off of personalities, right?" Well, sorry to break it to you, but you're wrong.

The three base types were what had formed a type of; It was similar to that of a pecking order. At the very top were the Keepers - Humans bestowed with powerful abilities that set them aside from the others. Keepers were often out of control at first, as many didn't discover their "blessing" until their late teens. They were at the top (some even seen as royalty) just because people didn't want to cross their paths.

Then, on a medium level, were the Purebloods. A larger portion of the world's population, but they were rather bland. The purebloods - Commonly knowns as Humans - had no supernatural powers or abilities to speak of, but were still valued for their other talents.
Farming, building, exploring, healing - sDozens of uses.

Then, right at the bottom of the pecking order, were the Hybrids. People looked down upon them, as if they were scum or a fleck of dirt on their pristine cloth, and were cast out of the otherwise "perfect" kingdoms. Hybrids had a range of forms; Some were hardly noticeable, while others stood out like a crimson rose in a bed of snowy daisies.

Technically speaking, there were combinations of the three.

There were some Purebloods born with very faint abilities - Some being able to see in the dark better than most, some being able to hold their breath for prolonged periods of time. There were hybrids so unnoticeable that they were accepted into humanity, but the other combination was...
To put it easily, they were shunned. Hybrids with even more abilities than they might already have ("Prodigies") were seen as dangerous, and that's where we come to our story.

Preston.

Sounds like a pretty good name, right? Nice and classic. Holds some innocence to it- Try telling that to the rest of the kingdom.

Okay, he wasn't really known to the Royal Family by name, but they probably didn't care. Somehow, Preston knew that somebody had seen him using his abilities. Sure, he hadn't meant to, but still. King Latsky didn't give any damns - He took them, though, along with dozens of lives from hybrids and prodigies.

Hmm, definitely not Preston's favourite guy.

'Just hide in the closet or something, alright? Don't make a sound.' Okay, so not everybody hated prodigies just because the Latsky's did. A close friend of Preston's since childhood, only a few months older than him, ordered as he peered through the curtains at the approaching guards.

'Kenny, my glow just-'

'Cover yourself up with some clothes or something, dangit, just hide!' The blond male snapped, worry brimming in his eyes as he stepped back from the window. 'They're literally crawling around the place, please.'

Ahah, yeah, Preston's glow. It wasn't like his eyes glowed a bright gold or anything like that - That could easily be hidden by sunglasses. Nope, his skin constantly lit up as bright as lava, because it was literally lava apart from his eyes and mouth.
They were black.
Fun times, am I right?

'Closet, yep, got it.' The younger boy stuttered slightly, climbing into the small space and pulling musty blankets over his head. Hopefully they would be thick enough to hide his skin.
...There was muffled talking from downstairs. It was followed by a frustrated yell, and the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Kenny doesn't have a sword, He thought worriedly.
Two sets of footsteps started to march up the stairs towards Preston's room. Left, right, left right, left right, left ri-