Over 200 years have passed since the last account of a "blue-blooded" person within the world. The memories of the civil war that took place between the two slowly diminished into a fog of forgetfulness. Within the third generation after their victory, the idea of magic all together turned from a fact within history into a rumor that would be spread among peers in school. Present day showed no signs of magic or anything about a war that ravaged and shook the entire world. However, only a select few would be allowed to keep the memory. Those few would either be government officials or magic users themselves. Of course, there were a few that remained on the surface to keep barrier intact.
A certain child sat alone in the back of the class. The chattering in the classroom was cut off from his day-dreaming. His eyes seemed to always focus on a mountain in the distance. Everyone knew the mountain. It was named Mtn. Ebott. A famous legend had sprouted from the giant chunk of earth. It was said that whoever wandered into the forest would never come back. So far, it had lived up to its expectations. A total of twenty-three people have gone missing over the past few years. Search parties were sent out to find these victims, but they always ended up empty-handed. With that, it was labeled as cursed and was fenced off to the public. The other students began to slowly walk out of the classroom. School had ended nearly thirty minutes ago, but this particular child had no intentions of going home. He would stay in the room as long as he could until a school staff member forced him out. Instead of staying, he decided to willingly leave. The thought of going home lingered in the back of his mind, but his legs lead him somewhere else. It lead him to the fence that sealed off the mountain to the public. It had barbed wire welded to the top of the fence to prevent any climbing. He wrapped his fingers around the steel working and stared off into the depths of the forest. At most, he could only see a few trees and a lush amount of grass. A thought of freedom lingered in the back of his mind. It was so easy. All that was needed was to dig a hole under the fence or find a bolt cutter to cut a small hole just big enough for him. His hand quickly let go of the fence and he turned his back to the forest. Every Time his eyes gazed upon the mountain, the urge to run grew stronger. It was as if something was compelling him to run free. It felt...magical.
The front door slowly creaked open and the child was immediately hit with a wave of violent shouts and excessive cursing. His parents were at it again. They argued at almost every chance they got. Most of the time, it would just end with one of them leaving and returning to apologize in the morning. However, it seemed different tonight. Things sounded more intense than usual. The topic wasn't something like beer in the fridge or about the stress of work. No, this time they were arguing about divorce. As he quietly tip-toed up the stairs, he could hear his name be shouted on both sides. He stopped walking and stood still on the stairs. He pressed his head against the wall as a single tear slid down his cheek. They were talking about who would claim legal rights over him. And it seemed as though they both didn't want him. He could hear how his parents talked about him, how he was a hassle to deal with or how he would only be a waste of money. Suddenly, the shouts stopped. It felt much too quiet for the average Friday night. He started to walk up the stairs with enough silence to not get noticed. The front door slammed shut. He jumped from the sudden noise and barely managed to catch himself on the handrail before falling over. Judging from the sound of a beer can opening in the living room, his mother had left. She often ended the conversation by leaving the house and going to her closest friend's house, which wasn't too far off. He slipped into his room and laid on his bed in the darkness. His room was cool and relaxing. It helped to block off all the shouting, but even that ended shortly. If anything, tonight was a good night. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.