History was always bloody. Wars broke out between magic and mind as it left many in chaos and death. Two that seemed like entirely different species would clash and argue until a couple centuries ago, a stale mate of two people from both sides of war decided it'd be best separating. No more blood should be scattered and their differences would fade away as they said. The people born into magic will take up into the sky where intelligence shall remain on the Earth's crust, as should no normal citizen should be allowed contact with the other.

The punishment of doing so? A silent death.

In fact, no one shall be told of the other, future generations will continue to live peacefully without knowing a whole other world exists. Forever should it main the secret law of Earth.

Dan, AKA I, was bored, like always. Being with twelve other siblings, you get pushed aside in this big house with nothing but to stare at the ceiling. Especially when you get a time out with magic because you tried to make your big brother a toad, which I would have gotten away with if it wasn't for my little sister, jack, to run her mouth.

I was the third oldest in my family, the oldest being my brother (the one I tried to change into his true form) Sky who had this arrogance about him because he was the well known one, the one to inherent the wealth and family name. Never mind the child that screwed up and got in trouble all the time.

The Howells was famous for being the descendant to the hero who split us into the sky; the one who defeated the ravenous monsters below and ended the terror to the magic wielding folks. Of course, that's what normal citizens are told. Only the Howells and the government know about what really happened with the whole plane of existence underneath. But we are to go along with the story and follow the same wealth line as it has for generations. The oldest will always be named Sky with one of the very few privileges in that they are allowed to visit and have contact with the lower world, with heavy regulations of course. But that's only until he reaches the age of thirty, which he only just graduated from high school with a D and F average. Its sad knowing that a bully like him can get through life well off no matter what rude things he's done.

Though I guess I can't say much, I was still born into the wealthy family so people decide to be kind to me because of it. It's getting hard to distinguish a real to a fake smile now-a-days when everyone is expected to respect you in fear of 'What if I piss him off?' Sky has been known not to take mercy on his victims. Feels so disgusting saying that.

I lay on my bed with a zombie-like expression, wondering about the universe and what's the point of being here when a loud voice brought me back to reality.

"Dan!" A little girl called out, only about six years of age and Jack's twin sister, Denise. She came in holding Jack's hand, the little girl whose head was facing down in disappointment. "Jack, you have something to say?" The sad girl sighed before she spoke, defeat in her voice.

"I-I'm sorry Dan… I shouldn't have tattle-tailed, didn't mean to get you in trouble." Denise always favored me out of everyone, saying that all of the other older siblings were mean to her and her friends, but personally this was going a little too far. Jack wasn't a crier, thank god, never the one to throw tantrums and all that, but she did run her mouth a bit. But even so, I feel bad looking at her with her head down, defeated by Denise's bold and determined attitude to make her come in here.

"No, no! Come on, I don't like to see any of you like that." She lifted her head with a bland frown. "Look, don't feel so bad. It happens and I'm the one who tried to turn him into a toad in the first place."

"And he deserved it, he told Jack to get the F-word out of his room yesterday!" Denise exclaimed.

"He did? Well, I should have turned him a sail instead!" I was playing along with them, like I did with everything else. Play along. But it did upset me a bit hearing that. Luckily it got Jack to smile, even if it was just a little twitch in the mouth. They both agreed to that statement in laughter.

Even if there were some rotten siblings in this family, at least there were the few that I wouldn't trade for the world.

"Dan?" Jack asked, and I knew what was coming next.

"Yes?"

"Can you some of your magic? It'd cheer me up…" She was wearing that puppy face, not like I'd say no if she didn't anyway.

"Well, I guess I can do something small while grounded. This is just a secret just between the three of us." Both of the girls looked at me with wide eyes, wondering what little show I have for them. I did something simple, but it still fascinated them since magic is a thing you can't practice and control until around eight years of age, minimum.

I raised my hand, hoping to do this right until a dark bluish ball appeared, shimmering and contorting in its own circular shape. Letting my hand down, I gently passed it off to Jack and Denise as they stared at it in awe and calling it pretty a few times, holding it with the upmost of care.

"Hey Dan" Denise called out in a whisper like the ball might be some sort of sleeping kitten. "You're taking us to school tomorrow, right?" That was always the common drill for me, take them and their older brother to school because they want me instead of their school vehicle, a big thing that went Grandma speed, that everyone else in this family had to go with (unless they were old enough to drive their own, flying is banned as a way for transportation, fun fact.) But in exchange they have to tell absolutely nobody else. (Mom and dad already knew, but they didn't care anyway.)

"Of course."

Something was wrong with me. Something was always wrong with me now that I've accepted the fact that I was just born a fool as they would say.

"Phil Lester! Get dressed for your schooling. Look at your elder sister and tag along her escort, a fool has the universal sense to copy." That's what I am. A fool. A fool is a person diagnosed of not having the potential to reach the naturally smarter peers, which did not make my mother in high spirits. The only rationale to why I go to a standard school instead of one for people like me is because my sister's a prodigy. Always brighter than the rest of her contemporaries, this put me in the circumstances to trail after her like a dog that was given as an endowment from a mother to her offspring.

I begrudgingly got out of bed and into my closet packed with sweaters and T-Shirts, selecting my usual uniform for schooling – a pallid suit with a snazzy black coat. Trying to get on my clothing as fast as feasible so my sister won't go off without me, yet again, I combed through my tresses with my fingers before bearing out of the door and into my sisters transport car. These forms of cars only exist to promising minds without the fret of price. Of course, the richest could get them if they are keen on paying that much currency for it, I can think of one individual, but I guess I'm one of those leeches to my own sibling. Mercifully, she'd rather let me go with her than amid the supplementary kids who got nil better to do than pick on the commonplace fool.

"About time…" She pressed some perplexing buttons before the proverbial beep warned me to seize rigid with the air mounting thicker against my skin and the usual pop in my ears telling me that we arrived at the trepidation building, for schooling.

My hands rubbed my ears instinctively before getting out as my sister did. Mother was right, a fool always has the universal sense to copy. It's not like I wanted to be a fool, words always looked droll and disorganized trying to read them so brisk like everyone else, and maths constantly seemed to get lost and ripped into something unrecognizable in my understanding.

I followed behind my sister like a puppy to their proprietor, staying that way pending until we both split, she going on higher floor levels, depending on our year. This was my sisters graduating year, and I couldn't be more proud of her, but egocentric, continual thoughts keep recurring like 'She won't subsist there for me when I need her for emergencies' or, 'Bullying is going to increase tenfold being devoid of her.'

Instead of thinking about it a great deal, I resolute to only focus on getting from point A to point B, point B being P.E., something I'm essentially shoddier at than my academics dejectedly.

A/N: I don't know, what do you guys think? I'll continue some more, but I think this is a good start

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