Chapter 1: Those Red Eyes.

    • Those Red eyes •

In a world where magic is present, it is normal to have a certain hierarchy among people, taking away their social status of course.

In this world this type of position is defined by the people themselves, and not by competent authorities, which means that it is a position that anyone with sufficient power can exercise to judge and use the weakest individuals ...

But before we focus on how cruel this world can be to the weak ... me, a simple boy who does not have an ounce of magic even after passing the age of waking it up ... will explain to you how magic works!

The magic that some people awaken since childhood is divided into 2 categories, the normal and the rare, the normal being the elementary and the rare magics, the magic of gravity, of the shadows and finally the most rare ... death.

People who awaken rare magic, are called geniuses and are the most likely to have absolute power over people and therefore are often the noble lineages that have these kinds of magic.

But this does not mean that these magic types are stronger than the normal ones, because, only the circumstance will be able to tell how powerful a spell will be, that is, only the person who possesses it will be able to mold it in order to make it a dominant spell before the others.

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-16 years later-

> At a Slave Prison on the outskirts of the city of Exos <

(Exos was located in an area far away from the main kingdom of Britania)

A 16 year old boy was leaning against a wall, full of small cuts and bruises ... this boy is called Angel and unfortunately suffered at the time, discrimination from his Prison mates, with the excuse of not having any magic. ..

Yes, this is me....

Angel's POV:

"Ahah, look at this poor excuse of a person ... he doesnt even fight back!"

Said a person named Zion, a senior of that place... that i am in and one of the main stupid bullies that exist on the same;

"Right? I can't even understand why this thing still lives here in the Slave Crest and eats our food...he should just go die in a corner"

Said a girl, with a ugly appearence while looking at me, "you know? You should just quit living... you are only wasting our oxygen and you will never be choosen as a slave...nor will you live much more so just hurry up and go die you scum, ahahahah".

(Slave crest: a place where criminals and people who are captured in wars or just where people without magic who are of no use get dragged to... to be transformed into simple slaves and then sold at auctions.)

"I don't understand... isnt it bad enough that we all are slaves here just to be bought..they still have the mentality to judge themselfs higher than other?" I thought, a boy who had been abused all his life, and was yet again suffering discrimination and physical injuries while hearing the same thing he was always told...not to mention all the scars this poor boy had in all his body.

And the moment I finished "reflecting on such a thing", the threats, jokes and abuse they made with me in the center, became even more violent..but from that moment on, they left me bleeding to my  death alone in just some corner of that cold and dark looking place... that i really wished nobody would have to live and suffer as i did in such a place...

"Cough, cough !!" I coughed while i tried to get up and go to the medical room that was situated in the floor above the one i was right now...

While almost crawling through that horrid place, every slave that was there for the same porpuse...being sold out to someone...looked at me with cold eyes that stabbed me in my very soul with contempt and disgust.

So looking at them i said "What are you all looking at? Did you all never seen me here? Just go back to what you bastards were doing, it’s not enough that I don’t have any magic and the only thing I’m good at is getting beaten up but now I also have to be looked down by the ones like you?" I said, already tired of being looked down and despised by other...by the idiots in front of me ...

Some of the slaves that were around me said things like:

"Rubbish that even just a little magic is nowhere to be found, does not have the right to lecture us about how we should look at a shitty boy !!"... but i got past them while ignoring what they said and went directly to the medical room...

When i got to the the place i was headed, i knocked on its the door twice and a woman inside harsly told me to get in.

I, then opened the door and sat silently in a small looking bed that was situated in the corner and proceeded to wait for the medic...

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When i got finished with the medical treatments i got up, and silently left the medical room...of course i did not forget to thank the medic for healing me...

Then i headed to my room, that looked more like a cell than the former, but whatver it looked like... that was my reality, after all, i did not have anyone in this life, as i was found as a baby alone in some old house and brougth here...all i had was a necklace with a woman engraved on it, that i could make up as my mother...she was a beautiful woman with red eyes and blonde hair..."i wonder how she was like...no, dont think about that now"..."i should not think too much of the past, it wont take me anywhere!", i said while getting down on my bed ready to sleep...and so, clearing my head from such thoughts i fell in a profund sleep and the night past silently as if i wasnt in that hellish place anymore...

-The next day:

In the morning when I woke up, I got my sleepy self up and got all my morning routine done, everything I needed to do such as assigned shores or training that i had as a slave i did as fast as i could so i could go back to my peaceful room and sleep a little more...

Arriving at my room, I thought for a moment about the truth of that place ... that place, that was overflowing with sadness, violence and lack of freedom ... that made me saddened  by the thought of the direction my life could take if i was not sold there in a few years, but to my surprise... my staying of 16 years in that hell would soon come to an end.

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At the end of the same day, I was still in my room satting against the cold and uncomfortable wall in the corner and took out of my slavery uniform pocket, (a uniform similar to that of prisoners in the world) the necklace with a small picture of my mother ...and let myself look at the beautiful red eyes on the picture trying to imagine how she would be like... but i quickly closed it and hided it in my pocket as fast as i could... that was because i started to listen to some guards talking to a woman i had never seen in my life... and stopping just in front of my cell, I was able to distinguish what kind of woman she was... she was a beautiful girl around 19 years old, with red hair and eyes that matched it, this girl who looked more like a piece of art instead of a human, was wearing a beautiful uniform, even if it was a battle uniform, it emphasized her beautiful curves and her beauty that burned even my lost eyes... but returning to my normal, I was able to see something that I had not noticed until now ... the emblem that she had on her uniform ... I knew that emblem, it was the emblem of the Ignis family ... the family of nobles with the highest global ranking of fire magicians ...

She looked at me, and in a cold, chilling voice...said to the guard who was accompanying her:

"I will take this one!"

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