My mother used to tell me stories about the way it used to be. She told me the sun would shine every day, that people were free to use magic. They were allowed to be out past dark, marry who they wanted, and never had to worry. Then he came. He brought darkness and tyranny. What once was a free world he enslaved. Seperating men and women, young and old. Magic was taken by having bracelets with strange orbs we could never take off. Women could keep their children, if they werent blonde. All the blondes would enter the castle and never return. So my mother hid me, told me to color my hair and wear dirt upon my skin. She did the same, until they took her too. Now at eighteen years of age I hide amongst the elderly women, build his walls, his towers, and his castle. My name is Lucy, and I hope I am never found.