Prologue

Long ago, in a nation known as Eagleland, a generation of strange people were born. They seemed to come out of nowhere. They had powers, extraordinary powers, and were feared by those who lived with them. They became known as Psions. One day, the ordinary folk decided to get rid of them, out of fear.

A war broke out. The ordinary people kept fighting and fighting, their technology steadily growing stronger. They hoped they could end the strife that they created, hoped the Psions could be made extinct, finally fulfilling an old goal from decades ago. After many long years of war and bloodshed, the ordinary people surrendered. Cities had been destroyed, technology had been ruined, people had been killed.

The president surrendered the country to the Psions, allowing them to live in luxury in a grand Capitol, where the wealthy lived. They were in charge of the country. They were the rulers of Eagleland.

New cities began to spring up from the debris of war. Onett, Podunk, and Tazmily, small towns for poor people. Twoson, Snowman, and Threed, towns where the majority of the population lived. Merrysville and Winters, industrial cities where scientists and engineers worked. Fourside and New Pork City, wealthy cities where only the richest people lived.

And then there was the Capitol. Important people, wealthy people, and people of high titles lived there, along with the Psions. The Psions were the most important out of anyone. They made the laws and all lived together in a large mansion in the middle of the city. Every year, they would oversee the New Year's Festival in all of the outer cities.

The New Year's Festival was a 3 day long event, celebrated by all of the cities in Eagleland. Day 1 consisted of The Testing, where every citizen over the age of 7 was tested to see if they were a Psion. If so, they were sent to the Capitol, to join the other Psions. Very rarely were any Psions found. Day 2 was The Day Of Starting Anew, the final day of the year. Day 3 was The New Day, where everyone was required not to work. The Psions also visited their hometowns and said hello to family and friends. Other than that, they didn't meet in person.

It has been this way for 100 years, and nobody dared to change the system, the flawed government.

And that is where our story begins, with a boy being late for work.

Tazmily, Eagleland

201X

"Crud, I'm gonna be late!" Lucas yelled. He was headed for the Stitchery, where most people in Tazmily worked. Recently, he had been tackling a fever, and had found it hard to get out of bed that morning. He was almost late for work. He raced down the streets, bumping into a few people along the way. Doing so made him feel weak due to his fever.

It was a cold December morning. Snow blanketed the dreary scene of Tazmily, making it slightly festive. Lucas' jacket had become too small a month earlier, so he was cold. At least there would be some time during this year's New Year's Festival to relax, and after sorting out a budget for the first month of the year, if there was enough money left over after accounting for food, water, and other necessities, he would get a new jacket.

A 12 year old going to work was nothing out of the ordinary in Tazmily. After Lucas' mother had died, he and his twin brother, Claus, had been working at the Stitchery, sewing clothing in order to make money for themselves and their dad. The time they were expected to be there was 8 AM on the dot, which was 5 minutes away. Soon, Lucas reached the small clothing factory.

The Stitchery was a large, cold building. There was a small, unmaintained lobby where workers would sign in to begin working. Two doors led to a large, unheated room with grey walls, and sewing machines, fabric, and patterns placed in uniform rows. The only friend Lucas and Claus had there was a boy who was 14. His name was Fuel.

Claus was waiting for him. "Lucas, what took you so long?!" Claus said, full of concern. "You were almost late!" "Nothing.. I just can't seem to shake this fever.. Maybe I have a cold or something," said Lucas, trying to not worry his dear brother.

Sickness was common in Tazmily. It was a small town, and with a lack of money, people couldn't afford medicine. There was too big of a population to hold Tazmily, so sickness was spread often.

The two walked into the workroom and found their assigned workbenches, sewing machines ready to use. Lucas pulled out a pattern, cut the fabric as neatly as he could, and prepared to work. Next to him, Claus was having some trouble with his machine.

"Need any help?" Lucas offered to Claus. "No, I'm good," said Claus, who was almost tangled in thread that he was using to thread his sewing machine. Lucas helped Claus anyway. He made sure to be discreet, because if someone was caught doing someone else's work, they would get sent to prison.

Lucas began to sew. He was pretty good at it. "You get it from your mother," his dad would say. About halfway through a shirt, he began feeling weak. "I'm just working too hard," he thought. "I should slow down." About to finish the final few stitches, the weakness took over his body, fatigue spilling into his muscles, like his body was shutting down. "H-help.. Someone.." Nobody noticed something was wrong with Lucas until his head smacked against his workbench.