What? You all don't know what a magician is? Do we need to start from there?
Ok, ok, fine. But promise to pay attention.
In this world, magicians rule everything, and I mean it. People even become their slaves to have a better life... Yeah, I'm not kidding, slaves. The strangest thing is that they actually do get to that better life they want. Nowadays, it's not uncommon to starve to death, or worse, become the food of some hungry monsters... and those bastards can eat slowly.
But magicians also have a hierarchy. A starting sorcerer or sorceress is not the same as a proper mage. Remember that. You don't want to get it wrong in front of them, believe me.
Skipping to the top of the magic world, you can find the Archmages and Sages; I bet you have heard of those, at least. Archmages own their own countries. And I'm not talking about ruling; I mean actual property... Sages, well, they can create or destroy nations at will.
The gods of magic? Are you all messing with me? How do you know of that legend but not what a magician is?
All right, whatever... It is said that four great sovereigns of magic control everything we know... And that's total bullshit.
Why do I say that? Easy... well, okay, not that easy; I don't know two of them. But one is a total prick, and the last one is yours truly.
You don't believe me? I don't blame you. Let me tell you a secret. No need to hear my whole story; I'll tell you right now. I don't know any magic whatsoever.
So, why, when I wanted to remedy that and went to study magic, I ended up becoming the headmaster of the academy? Well, because apparently, I was the founder...
For you guys to understand my pain a little better, we need to return some years in the history of humanity, around ten thousand, I believe. When our world was still called Earth, and that damn goddess took everything away from me... with that, I mean mostly the internet.
It is four in the morning, and I cannot sleep, I cannot stop thinking. I want to close my eyes and go back to that day before everything changed. Before society forced me into this mould.
They all want me to be this strong leader, the chosen one who will unite the world and rule like my family has for centuries. But that's not me.
I am supposedly lucky, a genetic lottery winner, born with a silver spoon, money, fame, and power. They do not understand the pressure and the responsibility of carrying an entire nation. No matter what choice I make, I end up hurting someone. They all look up at me excepting something from me, something I'm not.
I wish I could go back. Back to when I was just a kid lying on the grass with my friends. My real friends. The ones I was never supposed to have. They aren't royal or noble. They aren't even rich, just a servants daughter and a low born boy. But even they have changed, I'm no longer just Alex to them, I'm your highness.