Magic used to rule the land. It was a skill that was feared and admired at the same time. It was a rare skill. A powerful skill. People were so afraid of the bearers of magic, they had them put under surveillance. They were only allowed to have certain jobs, lives in certain places, and go certain places. You had to have a mark on your wrist to identify who you were. The jobs were limited, so they were sent into poverty. This was reality for six years. The number of people with this skill plummeted. It was allowed, but now it was more feared then admired. After those six years passed the jobs plunged until they were nonexistent. You see, this skill was hereditary. So, there were few families that lived through this. This went on for another four years. A disease broke out. It was deadly, but there was a vaccine. It was expensive, but worth it. Of course, the magic bearing families couldn't afford this. Three years after the outbreak they had enough of this. They rebelled. Full force chaos. It wasn't just any rebellion. It was war. This lasted for five years and was later called the War on Magic. So many magic bearers were killed, the skill was turned into a rare recessive trait. After the war if you possessed this skill, you were killed on sight. On your fourteenth birthday, you would be tested for the skill. If you showed any trace of the ability, even the smallest amount, you would be six feet under. The War on Magic was a sad and tragic time for the magic bearers. This skill is now feared and frowned down upon. If you think that you have this rare skill, run, hide, stay safe. Do anything not to be tested. Maybe then, you would have a chance. Don't tell anyone that you heard this from me. Run.