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Magic was but a whisper. A rarity, a dying breed. Something banned so long ago that it was considered a myth.

No one knew where it came from, what birthed the sorcery and what carried it on through the world. It wasn't something to be passed down or inherited. It was something you caught, conveniently, without ever knowing until it made its presence known years later.

The golden dust swirled through the air, invisible to the human eye. The wind brought it forward, guiding it through the town to help it find its host.

The dust, beautiful and gleaming under the moonlight, was dying. It needed a holder; a human to which to thrive within. And it needed it soon.

Passing over the castle that towered over the rest of the sleeping kingdom, the wind gently blew the dust through one of the open windows. Desperate, and losing it's power, the dust drifted down and latched onto the first baby it touched.

The babe was a cute one, with healthy, round cheeks and full, pouty lips. It had a small tuff of soft, black hair despite its very early age.

The dust slipped through the baby's skin as if transparent, settling into the very core of the babe. Where its soul peacefully resided.

The baby, tucked away safely in the hold of its mother's arms, coughed. Then, feeling the spiritual invasion, the baby squirmed. It curled tight into a ball, then stretched as much as it could. It grew uncomfortable, and it's thick lips parted as it threatened to cry.

The dust slipped out before the babe fully awoke from its sleep, falling through the bed, then the floor. The baby's soul was not strong enough to hold the magic within itself.

As the dust fell, it landed within another room. A room where a woman slept in a small bed beside one large cradle. The cradle carried two babies, one so small that it looked only days old, and the other large enough to be a young toddler.

The two babes were curled into each other, the larger one cuddling into the smaller while it sucked sleepily on its thumb.

The dust continued downwards until it gently landed within the smaller baby. The woman stirred slightly, then fell completely still. Neither of the babies moved or changed.

The dust, latching easily onto the smaller baby's soul, grew twice its size. It continued to expand, growing hot and strong as it filled up every inch of the babe's soul.

The baby, completely unaware of the sorcery developing within himself, sighed softly and dreamed quietly of bright colors.

The magic within him finally settled down, waiting patiently for the day that its presence would become known.

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Jung Hoseok
Prince of Ocevia
Soft boi, determined prince

Jeon Jungkook
Nursemaid of the castle (watcher of the kids ((& hoseok's body guard)))
Angsty, loyal follower of Hobi
Servant in the streets, master in the sheets

Kim Seokjin
King of Adelarien
Confident, playful and loved by his people
Best friend's with Hoseok

Min Yoongi
Personal servant / right hand man of King Jung (hoseok's father)
Head of the servants
Loyal follower to the kingdom, cuts hoseok a lot of slack

Park Jimin
Dancer for King and Prince Jung (entertainer)
Best friends with Jungkook
Taehyung's (not-so) secret lover

Kim Namjoon
Bride / fianceé of King Seokjin
Shy, not seen much, usually dressed so that you can only see his eyes
Not much is known about him, most actually assume he's a woman

Kim Taehyung
Animal tamer for King Jung
In charge of training dogs, taking care of the horses and stables, & basically feeding/grooming all the royal pets
Animal lover, doesn't know how to people though
Best friends with Yoongi (one-sided)