The crowd roared, signs waving around the whole block, castle guards holding some down, banners waving in the wind, and one me on stage.

The Starr family has had magic running in their blood since the dawn of time, their family is the only one. They’ve ruled over Theria for centuries, it’s almost impossible to find a time when they didn’t. Rich, stuck up snobs who believe they’re better than the rest just because they can shoot glitter out of their hands and say “Bibbidi Boppity Boo" like freaks. And what goes great with stuck up royalty? Destroying the lives of their people. The non-magical folk.

The royal bloodline each has their own unique stories and their powers grow with each passing day. Queen Camella, a master of sorcerer magic. King Korren, a conjurer. Prince and Princess Rowan and Raina, the twins with magic of ice and fire. And lastly, the former queen, Lady Rose. She is the wielder of the ability to wreak havoc, or make somewhere the greatest place to live. — Obviously she does neither.

This family of 5 holds the very essence of this town’s life in their hands. Looking down upon us, hating and making our lives miserable while acting so pristinely.

No one can come out, and no one can leave. We’re prisoners to the privileged assholes of Theria.

I, Philip Serein, was born to two wonderful parents. Ones who worshipped and adored the royal family, ones who’d offer even their last breath to them. It’d been like that since the minute I was born; They offered my mortality and soul to the King and Queen, and they happily accepted. Story goes that if you offer something of grave value or significance to the Starr’s, than they’d redeem it by keeping you out of harms way and in the loving hands of our Queen’s magic.

They killed them on the spot.

"Hah! You would risk your mortal life just to prove a point?" The prince appeared next to me on the stage. God, I could just sock him in the face.

"Better than conforming and bowing down to stuck up assholes like yourself." I hissed and his hand- before I could react- went right across my face. Gasps from the corwd filled the silence that the sound of his hand impacting my face had left.

"Watch who you are talking to, Failen*."

[Failen* are non-magic folk.]

"No longer will any of us bow down to your sickening ways, your hypocrisy and the hate that you all inflict on us." I spoke into the microphone that had sat on the front of the stage.

"You kill just to kill, you discriminate against people who can’t even control what they are, you sit like rich pompus pricks up in your barrier protected castle and only come down to sicc your disgusting pleasure of making people suffer onto us." I went on, the crowd agreed and continued to wave their signs. The prince stood wide eyed, as if he had any idea what was going on.

"You ended my parents lives, just for fun. You do the same with other mortal people. But you lot aren’t safe yourselves." The threat wasn’t apart of my script, but I meant it. Anger boiled in me as the place where Rowan slapped me stung. I, and the rest of this town, have had enough torture of these royals. And it’s about time we start the change.

{End}