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02 - A Foreign World (1)

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The walk back was silent, the Prince staying a few steps ahead at all times. I wondered what he was thinking about. Before, he made it very clear that he hated mages. That he thought I should be killed. That he would kill me. But now, after this night in the garden, I saw a different side of him. A side that wasn't trained to automatically hate all mages. A side that was vulnerable, poised to be hurt and scarred. It scared me, but also gave me hope that the Prince wasn't all that bad.

Summary:

Mage. A word wridden with so much negativity and heartbreak, many don't dare to let the letters touch their lips.

The Great War has come to a halting stop, the Guard unexpectedly killing off the head mage in a secret attack to the capital. All mages left—ordered under the authority of King Drey and Queen Illia to be killed on sight.

Azikeen Noire. A mage gifted in the art of healing others, the complete opposite of what the world has come to believe. He lives in the shadows, helping the unwanted and poor, not asking nor expecting a single thing in return.

Until one day, his guard goes down, he slips up, and falls into a horrible trap.
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In the beginning, there was just mages that lived on the Earth. They were peaceful creatures, using their magic to heal the broken land and lift up their peers. Nothing was wrong in the world, until some of them started to grow hungry for power and control.

A mage who goes by the name Gweneth realized that he had more control over his magic than his friends and family. He realized that he could do so much more with it then any of them would let him. He vanished for years, growing his magic in the shadows of the world. Once he had learned all he could learn, he came back into the light of the others, unleashing his magic onto them.

It was a magic no mage had ever seen before. Dark magic, black as night and hungry for death and destruction. Gweneth took the mages, forcing them to serve under him or die. Most chose the former, fearing the option of death.

With this dark magic, however, Gweneth was becoming high on the power. His actions got dirtier, sloppier. On one night, he got so angry and insane, his magic poured out of him and created someone that looked exactly like him, yet held no magic within. A human.

Gweneth felt the anger and insanity he held wash out into that human, and thus he began making more and more. All of his negative attributes were poured into the humans he created, who were at his beck and call.

One hundred years passed with Gweneth in reign, the humans and mages as his servents. Until one human, one that did not hold as much hate and anger as the others, had a child. Her name was Illian.

Illian grew up in a world full of hatred and anger, but it never affected her. She was a beautiful lady, her spirits always held high and a smile always on her face. It grew when she met the future love of her life, Drey. They realized that the world they were living in, ruled by one, was not right.

They convinced a team of humans to join them, but could not convince the mages, for they were too afraid of what Gweneth would do to them if they rebelled. They had been under Gweneth's reign for far longer than any of the humans, and knew more than they of what he was truly capable of.

Illia, Drey, and their team of humans snuck out of their worn down houses, seeking shelter far away from Gweneth. They called this new land Apostle.

Apostle quickly grew into a lively town, hidden away from Gweneth and the mages. However, he had to find it eventually. Once he did, he lashed out with rage. Luckily, the humans were prepared this time.