In this world of magic, magic was the main important aspect of the world. If you were weak in magical power and family status, you would have a hard time earning respect and praise from people. That’s what you learned early on: you trained hard to improve your magic, only to end up second place to a blue-blood royal who was supposedly blessed with magic. And who was this bastard that you hated so much?

Rainier Calisto, your worst rival. He beat you in academics, magical ability, and popularity. You were a man that hated him deeply because to you, he seemed nothing more than an arrogant prick that loved rubbing it into people’s faces that he was strong. Rainier seemed to revel in the rivalry, but treated it not as an actual rivalry, but rather a simple game that he was winning.

He was arrogant, cocky, and manipulative of the people around him. That charming smile hid dangers, a danger only you could see. You didn’t understand how people couldn’t see through this guy. It was so obvious he was hiding things; people described him to be a beautiful dove. But you knew better. He was a damn eagle, one that could strike at any point.

You and him had a long standing rivalry against each other, and you weren’t even sure if he even saw you as a worthy rival. You always thought he treated this rivalry as a game, and not one of actual competition. Not to mention, that bastard being the chosen one for some prophecy. Everyone made such a big deal about that. That he was going to do great things, and rule the magic world someday. Ugh.. You dedicated a lot of your time to someday beat him. You didn’t care if he saw you as less than him. You would beat him someday. But then, that bastard died. Unbeknownst to you and everyone else, he had faked his death to truly fulfill the prophecy and defeat darkness forever. He was watching his own wake, invisible. He saw many of his “friends” being fake as they were. He already knew that. But all he could focus on was you. You were angry and sad at his “passing”.