Hidden deep in the woods of Fiore laid an ancient tribe, origins going back to the birth of said nation. The people of this tribe were gifted with extraordinary abilities, the power to create very strong enchantments. These spells were incredibly powerful and dangerous, usually bonded to the sturdiest and most flexible weapons. Through the generations the tribe had yet to make contact with outside world, they remained unseen, rumored. Although lacking human contact, the people still had managed to become somewhat of a legend, as weapons designed by these mages were incredibly powerful and hidden throughout the concaves of the forest. This tribe was nicknamed the tinkers, named after small fairy like creatures who fixed objects but in truth, they were called the Lunara.

Now we begin the story with Hyde, one of the most powerful Lunara in all of the tribes history, the prodigy and loved by the people. As the boy's magic gained strength, his family began to worry as the shaman had begun taking interest in the boy. His mother and father knew that they would lose their standing in the hierarchy in the tribe if the boys abilities overwhelmed their own, so they did something sinister. The night that the leader of the Lunara was to announce the apprentice to the shaman, the parents drugged their son and butchered the elder shaman. The family set up the crime to make it seem like their own son had done the deed.

The citizens found the scene and cried in terror, blood littered every inch of the home and the boy supposedly responsible bared a knife in his unconscious form. Hyde was banished from the tribe forever, and the title of shaman went to his parents, all according to plan. The boy was branded with the mark of a traitor on his neck, and sent on his way to the outside world, a place he had no experience with and dangerous with unknown magic.

The enchanter found his way to magnolia where he took a position as a residential enchanter, he stayed with his Lunara styled roots as his customers rarely saw the boy's face and their commissioned items were left packaged and perfected on their door steps. After assimilating into the public life, assassins began coming for the boy, his parents trying to eliminate their son once and for all. The assassins stood no chance against the powerful mage, his spells overpowered any attempt on his life, if anything they only made him angrier.

In the present the boy resides in his shop, waiting for the moment where he can take back his rightful position as shaman and rain hell on his corrupted family.

Hyde's P.O.V

It was such a boring day, the customers I did get only wanted minor shielding wards and I could have enchanted that shit in my sleep. I leaned on the harshly splintered wood that acted as my desk, shifting uncomfortably at the sharp spines digging into my skin. I looked at the front of my shop, it was quaint in a way, strong glass panes, steady support and topped off with a spell that kept customers from seeing me. Lunara tradition has always been shy…reclusive, showing one's true self was considered an honor and although my bitterness for my home laid still, I missed it and practiced what I could. Seeing customers come in and talk to nothing was pretty humorous too.

I looked at the mirror to the side of me, my reflection making me cringe slightly. My light blonde hair was long and put up in a messy pony tail. It was a literal birdnest. My eyes are Golden brown and were the only thing decent looking about me as my body was as frail as a twig.

Sighing I glanced at the clock on the wall… it was closing time thank God, I was about to kill myself out of complete and utter boredom. Hopping up I flinch as splinters break off into my hand. Cradling the "injured" hand like a child I scream through clenched teeth," God damnit!"

Loud footsteps are heard as I hop up and down shaking my hand… god I was such a child I thought as I blew gently onto the maimed hand. I stopped pitying myself when I heard a loud thump in my backroom, my entire body froze. No one besides me had ever been back there and I knew everything was placed perfectly… something knocked it over. Emotionlessly I ripped out the pieces of wood and threw them to the ground, my wand materialized in hand ready for a fight.

I tiptoed to the backroom door, the only other way to get into that room was from an upper access door for emergencies, someone wanted to get in without me knowing and I could only assume yet another assassin. My eye's narrowed threateningly, my parent's had guts I will give that to them. I stroked the scarred tissue on the back of my neck… the sign of a traitor… well this traitor is about to kick some ass.

With my wand now glowing a soft white I clutched the doorknob as if it were my lifeline, my knuckles white with pressure. I swing the door open and quickly swing a trapping spell, my magic demanded on physical objects to cast spells, as my own magic, although very powerful, could only be bound to them. But my wands packed a hell of a punch.

I heard a sound of surprise come from the large figure I hit, my magic enveloping him instantly with chains wrapped around every corner of his body. I created the wand for traps, enchanted perfectly, then again everything I enchant is perfect. I smirked at my own self-praise then directed my attention to the target now hanging in the air from magical chains.

My eyes widened as I studied the man in front of me… he was… a hunk. His figure was bulging with muscle and they brimmed as he struggled against the chains. His face was angry, but it still managed to look so gorgeous and chiseled, even with the lighting scar on his eye he was perfect. Love at first sight was bullshit, but this man could make my heart race in a second. My face turned red instantly and my heart bumped faster than it had in a while.

Being gay in Fiore wasn't that bad… no one really cared when there were crazy mages rampant in every city. A part of me was hoping the man in front of me was like me but I rarely found anyone of the same sexuality in this damn town. I was shook back into my thoughts as the man growled at me darkly," Let me the fuck out!"

I looked at him and cackled," You're the one in my goddamn shop without permission, if anything I should put more chains on your ass," my eyes landed on his butt and smiled a little whimsically. The man saw my gaze and shifted his position awkwardly. "What the hell do you want kid, money? I gotta mission to complete," He muttered, his body still tense.

I glared with eyebrows raised, my blush long receding after hearing the man's personality slip through his words. "I want to know why you are in my shop, what kind of mission could you have that leads you here?" I questioned losing patience.

The man answered," There was talk of an enchanter who had killed multiple people around here, your shop stuck out like a store thumb… hell I don't think there's another enchantment store in any vicinity of magnolia." My eyes widened in worry and the man continued," I am guessing your boss is the this powerful mage fucker, so make this easy and show me where he is," at that moment he broke my chains, static encasing him and landed in a fighting position," now!"

I backed up at the magical energy building up, but my pride got the best of me," There is no boss you dumb ass, I am the enchanter of this shop and you stand no chance."

Our anger was brimming and a fight was evident… like hell I'd lose to a simple mage. But I knew one thing… my shop was going to get demolished.

-To Be Continued-