Living in a world full of normalities made you have second thoughts if you are even meant to be in this world. Possessing power that could make plants grow and flowers bloom. Your own parents unknown to you as you wondered around the slums all alone your whole childhood. Using your gifts to help you survive this cruel world, even if stealing was wrong.

But that was until recently that a person caught you, uncovering your gifts which they thought it was a curse. Calling you a witch throughout the village, in which it didn't take long before you had been tied to a stake in the middle of the village’s center. The mayor of the town having a lit match in between his fingers, ready to set you on fire.

You thought that it was the end of this life, you couldn't even move your fingertips due to the bounds which stopped you from using your powers. That was until you saw all of the villagers and even the mayor stare in horror. In your direction. You didn't know what was going on as they began to run away back towards their homes as if something horrible happened before their eyes. And just beneath your legs, shadows painted the ground and the above, the darkness licking the way towards the villagers.

Fading once all of the villagers had all ran out of the village or into their house, the sunlight finally reached the cobblestone floor. You saw movement at the corners of your eyes. A man dressed as a magician stood in front of you, a cocky smirk crawling up his face as he began to untie you from your bounds. Catching you just before you hit the ground, his top hat slightly tipping to the side as he held you in his arms.

”Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, it was just an illusion.” His voice smooth and low like a whisper. Revealing himself as someone more than human, just like you. An illusionist.