V.E. Schwab's Osaron Backstory
***Note*** This is not an accual VE
Schwab story. This is my
own depiction of
Osaron and
his life.
The Beginning (Chapter 1)
March 15, 1770 C.E. Black London
Philip Broadsone looked up. He was on the outskirts of Black London. The poor side of Black London. Looking up toward the center of the city, he could see the rich folk prancing around, giving no attention to anything else except for themselves. They were the only people who had any fidelity towards King Keaton.
What made things worse is that the three Antari that Black London housed all lived in the Royal House of Lloyd. The Lloyd family was the most favored and loyal house to King Keaton. Not only that, but the rich loved Keaton, and they made up most of Black London's population, and the other countries surrounding Philip's home London had the utmost respect for King Keaton.
The rich also had the strongest magical powers, far surpassing any other mage in the kingdom. Philip looked down at his plow in hand, thn at his family's field. He had to complete his work in order to leave and go out to the Black Coup, a tavern in town.
"Keep your head down boy!" his father shouted from across the field.
Unlike other poor families, his father and the rest of his eight siblings liked King Keaton. Philip was the only one in his family to not like the royalty. This put him and his family in an awkward spot.
His neighbors hated his family, except for himself, Philip. But this also put Philip in an awkward spot in his family. While everyone loved the King, they all hated Philip. He was last in everything, and he had to do all the chores. The only edge he had on his family was that he could use two types of magic, wind and water. Not only that, but he was unusually good at using magic, for a peasant, that is.
Philip sighed, and got back to his field work.
Two hours later, when he was finished, and the sun was setting, his father gave him five pounds. "For his work" his father would always say, when his father gave his siblings the same amount for not doing anything. He hated his family.
Either way, it was the Ides of March, which was in Black London, considered a day of good luck.
Yeah. Of course. As if anything good has happened to me since I was born he thought. But, Philip never lost hope.
He left his family's puny farm house to leave for the Black Coup, the only tavern in town. Rumor also had it that it could be found in the same places in each London, which made it a central hub for traveling Antari.
As Philip pushed through the familiar oak doors into the way too familiar tavern, he saw two people who he instantly recognized as Red and White London Antari. He had many gifts, he realized many years ago. He never forgot a face, he had two types of magic, while many people only had one, he could tell someone's magic by looking at them, and he could never stop thinking about what it would be like to be an Antari.
The last one was added over time, when he wished and wished he could be royal or rich to escape the living hell he was trapped in. It was at that moment when two men stepped into the bar together.
Philip noticed them both, and watched them sit down. It was at this time he decided to get some valuable information. Ordering a drink to not look suspicious, he went and sat down at a table next to the two men. Although he only caught a glimpse of both the men, his mind immediately went to two rival gang leaders. It was at this point when Philip started to listen to their conversation.
"Then, we start to move down into the rich district."
"Yeah. We'll burn down the houses too."
"Alright, Then, we take out the House of Lloyd to ensure all of the Antaris' death."
"Alright. This'll be the coup of the century!"
Philip knew he wanted in. He needed to be in the coup. He had to put his magic to use. Even though he had a feeling it would fail, at least he would die fighting for what he loved.
Philip rose from his seat, with his untouched drink left on the table. He crossed his table and pulled up a chair to the table with the two men. They paid no attention to Philip, so he was first to speak after a short moment of silence.
"Heard you guys were going to stage a coup. Are you looking for men to join?" Philip asked.
The two gang leaders looked at him, then started to laugh.
"We're looking for people who can fight, not farmers," the second man said.
"Well you're in luck." Philip told them.
"Humor us. What can a puny little human like you do?" the first man asked.
Philip scoffed. He held out his hand in front of the first man's drink and rose it in the air, a display of his water magic. He then showed his wind magic by blowing off the coat of the man next to them.
They looked at him in surprise.
"By the lord, I've never seen a mage who can use two types of magic. Tell us, what is your name?"
"My name is Philip," he replied.
The two men looked at each other, and then the second one sighed.
"Well, we can't have you keep that name. Tell me, where do you live?"
"On a farm about a mile from here and a mile from the Kingdom of Osoro."
The first man was the one who talked this time. "Your new name is Osaron, so no one can guess your name. During the coup, wear this mask."
He handed Philp, now Osaron, a Demon mask.
"By the way," the first man said, "my name is Duke. This man's name," pointing towards the second man "is Thomas."
"Nice meeting you," Osaron said, trying out the mask.
"Nice meeting you," Duke and Thomas said, before standing up.
"I hope you can prove useful to us, during our little rebellion," Thomas said with a wink.
Little did they know how much this uprising would affect Black London, and how the Demon mask would be the mask of which Lila Bard wore.