This is my first FF. Constructive criticism is welcome.

So this is just an idea I had, after seeing so many RinXLen stories with an uninteresting plot. I felt that fantasy was my favorite type of story, and I wanted to have a go at it. This is just going to be an "as you go" story, so for any ideas you may have, mention them and they may end up as part of the story. Enjoy.~


Len POV

"There he is!" I heard a guard call. "Don't let him get away!"

I ran from an open field to the forest, stumbling here and there over small twigs and rocks. As the forest grew more lush, it became harder to run. I heard the guards get closer. As I dashed in between two trees, I tripped over an exposed root.

As I stood back up, a sharp pain shot through my leg, causing me to fall back down. Looking back, I saw the cloth on my left leg torn, dripping with blood. I desperately tried to crawl for cover so I could hide myself from the ruthless guards.

Despite my attempts to hide myself, I was soon surrounded.

"Nowhere to run now, huh, boy?" one guard sneered. This caused the other guards to snicker.

I was becoming angry. I hadn't done anything wrong, yet I was being hunted down, just like a wild animal. I don't want to die. I'm not going to die at the hands of these damn guards.

I stood up, gritting my teeth at the throbbing pain in my leg. I glared at the circle of guards, their weapons ready to kill at any moment.

I felt a familiar warmth spread throughout my body, causing me to grin.

"What you smilin' at, boy?" the guard taunted. I wasn't having it.

The warmth turned more intense. I held my hand out, focusing all of the warmth towards it. A flame flickered to life in the middle of my palm. The guard's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Shit, he's a fuckin' fire user," one murmured. They slowly backed away, as I stepped forwards.

One of the guards rushed forward, aiming his sword at my burning palm. I narrowed my eyes, turned my hand towards him, and willed my fire to shoot.

The man, standing in front of me not a second earlier, was writhing around on the ground, completely consumed by my flames. His face was frozen in an expression of terror.

The others, after recovering from their shock, dropped their weapons and ran. I stood my ground until I was certain they were gone.

Walking over to a nearby tree, I slid to the ground and sighed.

They forced me to do it, I thought, I had no other choice.

The smell of the still burning corpse was nauseating me. I stood back up and aimlessly started walking to clear my head.

I hate this. I hate the fighting, I hate the killing, I hate how it has to be like this.

I've always hated fighting. I've never willingly hurt anyone.

It's all that man's fault. He ordered this to be so.

"Magic users are all evil," he had said, "rid this country of them all! Have no mercy!"

After the King's proclamation, magic users had started disappearing left and right. Even small children, who could barely even make icicles or grow small plants, depending on their magic, were killed. The elderly, who couldn't even use magic anymore, were killed.

My own parents were killed.

And this all was happening right under the oblivious Ordinaries' noses.


Wooo~! First chapter done! Next chapter will be in Rin's POV. It will also explain some of the stuff (like why magic users are being killed, how Len's parents died, etc.)Review please!

By the way; Ordinaries are what magic users call the people who can't do/know about magic.