A/N

I apologize for a longer time between updates, I had school, writer's block, and then some new things at home due to which I had to postpone the chapter. I am also a mod on one Discord server, so also this.

It passed a few days since the new party took over the government.

Ian didn't care about things around the elections, trying to at least enjoy being teenager until he becomes an adult.

The new government began coming up with new laws, but it was just waiting for the young student until Parliament's elections will be repeated.

Just that the new government here was just a few days, things started to collect dramatic turn.

When he was in the classroom, the hour of mathematics from the beginning was fine.

He sat with his classmates in class and wrote down the quadratic functions as written on the whiteboard during the hour.

But then the whole class stopped when 2 men entered without knocking. Ian immediately turned his eyes on the door as he stopped writing into the exercise book.

Looking at those men swallowed, and he felt so uncomfortable that he forgot that he writes with the pen when he stopped writing.

Flowing ink from the pen which laid on paper of the exercise book created a blue puddle that soaked into the paper soon. When it came to species, one of the men was a satyr, second, the stronger one was an ogre.

Even a professor of mathematics looked confused. They looked as state employees too, but not at all as school employees. But before the teaching would respond in any way, the first of the men responded.

"Hello, we are from the Security Committee and we need one of your students."

Ian looked nervously on both men when he noticed the blue spot on his workbook caused by the pen. He tried to rush it somehow for him to do not destroy the enrollments from the hour, in the result he had fingers dirty from ink.

Again, he looked at Professor as she sought it nervously to solve with those men.

"We'll take Mr. Lightfoot." Answered one of them to the Professor and turned at the young man who was sitting at the desk.

When Ian recognized that one of them was turning on him and started coming to him, he felt very, very nervous. He only had a few seconds to decide. Either they take him off or he will run away and use magic if he will have chance.

Writing accessories together with the workbook slept completely from the desk, grabbed his school backpack and put on escape. together with the workbook he swept completely from the desk, grabbed his school backpack and put on escape.

He knew that if he was running to the corridor, they would easily catch him, so he decided to escape through the window in the class. Immediately confusion began and men began to chase him.

Ian noticed that they have a gun on the belt as he was running as he could from the school. He had a lot of thoughts in his head, but he barely ran away from his high school, so..

"Place your hands over your head!"

Police officers aimed at him with pistols and rifles, according to the appearance, it was a small group of specialists from government

"Can anyone tell me what's all this suppossed to mean?!" Ian asked as he was still confused and under tense putting his hands over his head as he listened to the gunmen from the government.

"Shut up you bastard!" One of them immediately shouted at him and Ian, with hands over his head went silent. But then the armed men noticed there's something in the Ian's hands "What is in your hands?! Put it down and immediately!"

"O-or w-what?" Ian stroked, as he was the first time in such a situation where someone was aiming at him and still apparently from government.

"Drop it!"

At the moment when the young Elf was putting it on the ground, the militants just realized it was a small piece of pencil.

"Magnora Gantuan!" Ian shouted the spell at the moment and the small piece of pencil he took, when he swept his writing accessories became a fastly made wizard stuff.

Gunmen started shooting immediately, but they didn't have sharp bullets to the surprise of the youth.

"Voltar Thundasir!" He spoke while returning to run, whereupon he destroyed the whole government security pickup.

Although he ran a few meters away before the explosion, it threw him even and slightly injured him.

Although he was partly stunned after his own piece, he grabbed the wizard stuff, stood up and tried to run away. At the moment he started feeling pain and he realized that he limps and bleeds something hit him into his injured back. He felt a metal touch, electric stream and pain. He immediately dropped down the wizard stuff and fell unconscious of the ground.

The shooter behind him was one of the two men, specifically the Satyr with a taser in his hands as the debris and some fire after the car's explosion was around him.

Ian started to open his eyes again as light started to waking him up. He didn't feel comfortable. The back pained him as well as his right foot. He also felt the cold and he felt like he was directly tied.

He on some chair in front of table in dark room. When he looked up, he noticed that his hands were scratched. On the hands were healing bleeding wounds, so every movement with palms hurt.

He barely started to remember what happened to him, so they directed the sharp white light into his eyes causing him more to waking up.

He barely started to open his eyes, so they immediately pulled him to the light and aimed the lighg into his eyes. This caused him to start blinking in the reaction to the light and it immediately woked him up.

"Wake up!" Said the satyr as he aimed with a flashlight into his eyes.

When Ian turned, he immediately found out that the ogre was behind him and he was obviously in charge to watch him.

The young man found that he has found himself in the interrogation room and he was obviously not in the city or state police building.

Ogre immediately on it shaked for a few seconds with the chair where he was sitting and the satyr went to the topic.

"What, what, who are you, why here I am and what happened?" Ian asked, still confused and that what happened in his high school seemed as a bad dream for him.

"Your school is temporarily closed since that incident."

"W-what happened?" Ian asked again and he was trying to remember what exactly happened.

"It doesn't matter, we need to know your continuity with magic."

Ian swallowed.

"Do you know magic nowadays is no longer needed and you know what it prevents?"

"What it prevents?"

"Equality."

"I don't understand that, it's tradition."

"But progress takes precedence. I was talking enough, hanging about your continuity with magic, it knows the whole city."

"And does it have a price to swim in it at all?"

Ogre didn't want him more at that moment to let go of the place.

There was silence for a while in the room.

"Yes, it does."

Before Ian could say anything, they pulled him violently to the wall. He was still too much stunned. With his hand he stroked his face when he realized on the ground, that his head hurts and that he feels the taste of blood in his mouth.

"This is a warning, let magic be magic, and you'll be fine."

They threw him to the ground at that moment. The young man recovered for a moment after the blow, still having no idea what was really going on. He was still partially weakened by his injuries after destroying the car, he hadn't even gotten through it yet, and he was in pain again because of the violent treatment.

"It's probably not worth doing something with you right now, but you won't even cross anything out anyway."

He barely got up, so they took him away. It took place very quickly and worked as a bad dream.

He got a condition for release. Whatever the new law restricting the magic was anything, it was not so much extreme to make him for what happened during the previous government arrested. They sent him straight home.

"What happened to you, Ian?" Barley asked after returning from the part time job as he had seen his younger brother coming home.

It was late, about 10 PM. Ian just opened doors from the house as he again held his school backpack. Blazey was already sleeping and the was too tired to welcome the second brother.

Ian at the moment realized in what state after everything what today happened he was. He could look at himself in the mirror. He was his face after they called him on the rug. He also had a bleed scratching on his back and hand. He had no power to get to the hospital, it was a miracle that he had been in the bus when he barely managed to stand on his feet.

"Ian?" Barley stepped to his younger brother, but Ian tripped and fell on the ground into uncousciousness.

"Mom! Mom!" Barley started calling on their mother Laurel as he held his uncousciouss younger brother in his arms, feeling stress and fear and trying to realize what he'll do now.

Laurel didn't wait on anything and ran to her sons. The situation in the home woked up Blazey and she was sad as she realized what is going on.

"Ian?" She asked and Ian barely managed to wake up.

"M-m-mom?" He murmured a little bit closing his eyes as he heard his mother's voice before closing them again.

"Barley, I'll need your help. I will need a first air kit, bucket with water, towel, a small plate, bandages and tweezers." Laurel turned at the oldest of her sons, saying with a serious voice after seeing the injury of her youngest son who was now uncousciouss.

"Mom, are you sure what you're doing?" Barley asked turning at his mother.

"Just believe me and bring it!"

Barley didn't wait on anything and jumped for the things his mother called him on. He helped his mother to get his younger brother on the end in his room as well. It was clear he will be still asleep for a while after medical intervention.

This tense atmosphere in the house wasn't yet. Blazey lay down to the door of the Ian's room and was sadly waiting for the result of the home operation. Door was closed, but the pet dragon still heard voices.

Roughly an hour later the door finally opened which woke up the sleeping pet dragon. Laurel and Barley left the room and left Ian to rest after the injury he went through. Pet dragon was kinda shocked, when she saw Laurel helding a bloodied towel, while Barley held the bucket with bloodied water and the small plate on which were, again in the bloodied water, steel and glass shards which injured Ian.

Water was spilled, the shards were through out into organic waste, as they were still after soaking in the water covered with red blood of a young man.

"Ian will have to rest before he fully recovers. I will excuse him for a few days at school. Now it is necessary to sleep properly before wake up."

"I just can't even understand where he came to such injuries." Barley added and continued "it looks like as an injury after explosion, but where did they come to them?"

Laurel then turned at her oldest son.

"Don't you do pickup Ian normally from school?"

"I do, but his school was closed today when I arrived and I was looking through the whole city to find him. Bronco is a policeman, I think he could help with searching about the explosion which injured Ian."

They both left to the kitchen, while Ian was left to sleep in his room before he recovers.

"I thought the same, but they again called him in. I am scared the situation in the city looks bad since there is the new government."

"They tightened laws to reduce magic and people are starting revolting. I heard about that. And sure in the near future they'll forbidden magic definitely."

"Likewise, they also tightened people oversight. Police is everywhere."

"They don't call the army to it soon?"

"I am scared they will, Barley."

"Although magic is just here and they do everything they don't like it. I knew that the fuckers will immediately do anything after getting to the power. I'll go again, I'll have to talk about it with my friends."

But Barely was then stopped his mother as he tried to leave the house.

"Outside is not safe. You will also stay here for a few days."

Barley at that moment looked surprised at his mother, because it wasn't typical for her to ban his night rides, especially when he is now an adult and he will graduate soon.

Ian himself hadn't any calm sleep. Uncousciousness literally caused him to be locked inside his own mind, and after all what he went through it seemed as a nightmare.

He dreamed about Gods, magic, demonic creatures this world of unknowns, but also dictatorships, rebellants, but also about magical germs, elite unit of armed warriors using both magic and modern technologies.

In the one of the dreams he was in some unknown completely dark place only with his wizard stuff, completely alone.

He shone with his wizard stuff while nervously walking through a dangerous place.

But then he stopped when he heard barking in the dark.

Hellhounds.

In that the dream he said spells that he didn't know and it really killed the dark beasts. After the hit, their bodies fade into dust.

But then he startled when a man who was a friend of his dead father was coming to him.

He came to him dressed in paramilitary and clapped at him for a moment before he came to him.

"I see that you go well in the fighting with demons."

"Fighting with demons? What are you talking about?" Ian said still turning around with his wizard stuff.

"Every right wizard had to knew how to fight with them and must be able to fight. But you get to this later."

The young man began to open his eyes. He still remembered several snips from his dreams, but he was still confused after waking up.

"M-mom? B-Barley?" He murmured as he started opening his eyes, still lying on his bed.

He lay in the pyjamas covered with a duvet. Beside the bed there was a glass of water for him and the windows penetrated light into the room.

Movements still hurt him, but it wasn't so painful. It took him a moment before he noticed he had bandages over his body.

He reached for at least a glass of water and lying in bed still resting and awakening he drank.

Memories before he fainted started to return to him again.

He didn't know what to do at that moment.

He got up and dressed up, Ian cursed for himself, when he realized he still limps and that he has also bandaged one of his legs, and decided to look at Dad's stuff again.

But when he heard steps to his room he hid it.

Before he could say anything, he became a target of the hugging.

"I'm very happy that you are okay bro." Ian said as he hugged him, almost crushing him.

"Here's my boy." He heard his mom as she hugged him along with his brother.

"I'm glad you healed, again nimble as before." Bronco was the third to finish the family hugging for Ian.

"It's already enough. What happened?" Ian asked after he untagled out off the group hug.

"You were injured by an explosion and for 2 days you were unconscious." Barley said.

Ian was silent because he knew very well what happened, but he was scared to tell his family.

"Barley, shouldn't we be in school?" Ian asked turning at his older brother.

"I excused you both from the school because it is no longer safe here." Laurel explained to Ian "Especially after what happened to you Ian, I do not want to risk a loss of any of you both."

Bronco then immediately pointed on something which ruined the family moment.

"Do you also hear the sounds from the outside?" He asked.

"It sounds like as-" Ian didn't finish the sentence because a deafening sound was heard.

Ian looked with his brother from the window. What they saw were riots. At that moment Bronco's phone started ringing.

Bronco for a while left the room for a short call and then he returned to the room.

"Where are they calling you?" Laurel asked with a worry in her voice looking at her boyfriend.

"Into the riots, they want me to stop the violators. People do not like new laws and how the new government treats the city, but I have to go there and stop them, whether I agree or not." Bronco said.

"No, nobody is leaving the house, it is not safe." Laurel tried to convice Bronco.

"When they call me in, I have to go in." Bronco said before he left.

"It is true for you too, guys."

"Mom, did you forgot how you both fought the dragon from the protective curse?" Barley asked.

"No, but after what happened to Ian, I am doing this for your safety." Laurel said before she in the bad mood left the room.

"I think it will be better when we hide in the attic and I'll help you with magic." Barley added with a sad voice, but Ian then stopped him.

"Barley wait, I just realized, I just realized that the new government banned magic." Ian said and continued "They banned magic, that's why people are revolting. What they said in radio?"

"After a while ago, they reported tightening for security reasons military supervision of the city. They did not state the reasons."

"Because they knew too well that it concerns magic."

"And they didn't want magic to spread around the country."

Barley saw his younger brother doing something. Ian was taking out his wizard stuff and started putting on some sport stuff he was taking into gym in school. Specifically kneepads and protective sports gloves.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

"When the explosion happened-" Ian said while preparing and he continued "They took me into interrogation because I started the return of the magic in the city and slowly to the whole country. I tried to ruin away from them, but they called an entire intervention into on me." He then turned on his older brother "I was the one who caused the explosion."

"You caused the explosion? Hell, you're really a warrior as I thought." Barley said.

"They aimed at me with rifles and I needed to escape. Although the explosion of the car weakened them, unfortunately injured me. I remember that I woke up in an interrogation room."

"Ian, and why they did let you go?"

"I wasn't useful to them. So far they were not very strict, so they let me go under the condition that I don't do magic."

Ian slightly hit Barley.

"Barley, take something for self defense. I am not going to sit with hands in the lap, when freedom and magic is in danger and the New Mushroomton is burning."

Barley left for a moment, and Ian again looked into father's stuff.

He looked at the spell list, pulled out a piece of paper, rewritted them and put them into his pocket.

He didn't pull out other things, he only looked at the photos again.

"Don't worry Dad, everything will be fine." Ian said looking at his deceased father on the photo and then turned his look on his father's friend who was on the photo as well with thinking about finding his father's friend, since he could help him and Barley in the current situation.

Barley at the moment, ready for saving the city along with his younger brother returned to the room, and saw Ian looking at the photo. He wasn't yet dressed in his historical costume of a Viking or something like that, but he had some functional replicas of the historical cutting weapons, knife, bow or a slingshot.

"Ian?" He asked and came to Ian who was kneeling looking at the photo. He came more to him and saw the photos showing the part of their Dad's life he had no idea about.

"I should have told you about this at the beginning." Ian said with a little bit sad voice.

"I thought only that Dad was a wizard. I didn't knew he was interested in the security of the city-"

"-along with the other wizards."

Barley's eyes then shone with an idea.

"We have to find them, we have to find them! Take those things into the Guinevere 2, I'll take care of safe transport!"

Ian immediately hid the things and took the box along with his wizard stuff.

Both were heard from the outside. The ban on magic and the beginning of a new type of government was official.

They both sat into the vehicle, it had just one hook: they didn't know where to go in trying to find other wizards from the time before the return of magic.

"Barley, what are you doing?" Ian asked as he again saw Barley turning on music in the pickup.

"I am turning on pagan metal. Did you really thought we'll go to the war without powerful music about our ancestors and wizards of the then time?"

Metal riffs together with drums, chorus and even several traditional folklore musical instruments together with deep voice of the singer started to sound in the pickup.

Ian after a while realized that a part of the text of the black metal was sang in the dead ancient language in which spells were written and used, not only just in English.

"Do you know that when in the Middle Ages the first prototype of firearms, so that some people have tried to combine it with magic?" Barley said as he started to recede with the vehicle on the road.

"Like those from the Territorial Army Dad was friends with."

"Exactly. Those warriors will surely know what's going on."

But after a few turns in the current mix between the anarchies and dystopia, both young men had to leave the pickup.

Army including tanks were called to the streets.

And the pickup with a clear illustrative celebrating the past and tradition-so magic has obviously became the target of another shot.

"Ian, Ian, jump out of the Guinevere 2!" Barley shouted at Ian as he was fastly preparing to jump out of the van as the tank was aiming on it.

"And your things?!"

"Cough on them, save mainly Dad's stuff!"

Both of them jumped out of the vehicle at the moment, while pagan metal was still moduly playing from the van. An explosion a few seconds later was heard.

Ian was to his own surprise without any injury this time and Dad's stuff was safe, in his arms besides his held wizard stuff. He looked around while laying on the ground. He saw a lot of debris, fire and continued fights between the prostestates and government employees.

Part of the New Mushroomton was literally in fire, violence and anarchy.

"Ian, Ian, I am here!" Barley ran to him and helped him to stand up.

"They called army against the people, this turns bad." Ian said after he stood up and he and Barley were both at the moment frozen after they heard and seen shots of the sharp bullets aimed at the people-civilians, their fellow citizens who were justifully protesting against what the new government just did it.

And this was only beginning of the start of "equality".