Ok, so I wasn't sure whether I would write this or not… Tis a little riske (with an accent on the e) But yes, this is just the prologue. Rated M for later content. In this chapter there is nothing offensive I don't think. -man isn't mine. This will be Yullen later, but not yet. No clues for the story yet. This is AU. Read the next chapter I think that will make the storyline clear, but am not sure yet… Please R and R.
Deiner (German for yours)
Wessi.
Prologue
Magic didn't exist. Rouvellier knew this. He was a man of science, he didn't believe anything that couldn't be proved, and then explained; preferably by himself, in both cases. Magic could not be explained. By its very nature magic could not be explained. But there was proof. Everywhere. Everyday more reports were coming in, medical records that mentioned strange markings, odd behaviour that couldn't be medically explained. Strange events, people seeing things that weren't there. That couldn't be there. And it was on record now. Permanent records. Records that could not be hidden from other authorities, other countries. It was giving England a bad name. As the prime minister it was his duty to project the best image of England he possibly could, to maintain their way of life. That was how he rationalised it. That was how it started.
England, 2009.
No poverty. No disability. No magic.
Instead there was a new group of people. A group the media had dubbed 'ghosts'. Amongst these were the orphaned; the poor; the disabled; the cursed; and the magical. These were the people whose records had been wiped, who didn't, officially, exist. They couldn't vote. They couldn't be employed. The NHS couldn't treat them; they had no medical records. Their bank accounts were wiped, any money they had given directly back to the government. They had nothing. There was nothing they could do. They were nothing. They were ghosts.