The World in Which Magic was Forgotten

Prolouge

One would think that as a child one would fear spiders, snakes, the bogey man, etc. However, it's very much different in my case, for one should feel encouraged as a child to be whatever they want to be, but my fear is of the ones who are supposed to protect and care for me.

I realized this fact soon at the tender age of 4, for I saw how cruel the world really is. My own parents had murdered my uncle, their relative, all just because he wanted to be free from this world! This world only dictates how we live, and doesn't give us any opportunities to figure things out in our own way. My parents realized this and succumbed to the government just to save themselves and their reputations.

My older sister is only 2 years older than me and was only 6 at the time. She followed our parents, for she did not realize like I did how cruel and messed up they are. They are still the ones who gave us life, and that's all it took for her. However, for me it's different, I still follow my parents and aim to be the perfect son; however, I never stopped questioning the world and why it's like this.

My uncle, before he passed, used to tell me stories of how the world used to be so vibrant, and free. He used to say there was the magic that allowed people to make life easier and truly enjoy what the world had to offer. My parents never knew about these storytellings, and themselves did not know the wonders magic holds.

And I remember when he told me these stories in front of the mosaic window in the parlor of our home, as he told the stories I saw shadows and oddly shaped figures in the stained glass of the window. My uncle had told me that these were the creatures he spoke of in his stories and that they were always here to protect me from the dangers of the world.

Moreover, soon after my uncle was proclaimed dead I still stayed by the large window in hopes of seeing the figures; however, its as if they disappeared with him...

Now I am 17, and attend a school of great prestige in the wishes of my parents. I still remember my uncle, but I had convinced myself that his stories were fake and the so-called "magical creatures" were just a figment of my 4-year-old brain. I hold a top position among my peers and take pride in my accomplishments, just one more year to go and I plan to go to law school in hopes of entering the government's politics. What I didn't know is that a new student will show me the world I and my uncle used to believe in and will show me the true horrors of the lies society had blinded me with.