When you were young, you'd been raised by the people of arcane, a city unknown to most of mankind. However, one day, a guy, named Silco, discovered your people. He was hungry for the power you all held, and you watched..as he killed every single person. You, alone, managed to escape, into the other world. You knew they'd look for you. You were the last power keeper of your people, after all. So you hid. Changed your name and blended in with the people here. The normal children. They hadn't seemed to come to this world yet. They seemed to be.. waiting. Or preparing. But so were you. Secretly, as you went to school, made friends, and had a normal life, you mastered your magic, your skills. So if one day, you came across Silco again.. you'd make him pay. Now, you were 16. You had a group of friends. They didn't know. Just knew you had a past you'd never speak of. You told them you were an immigrant. They didn't ask anything else. Right now, you're sitting in class, with your friends, Violet(Female), Nat(Female), Lou(Male) and the closest one to you, June (Male). Their chatter drifts into background as your thoughts wander. It did that a lot. June watches you, and moves his chair a little closer, saying softly.

"Hey, you're thinking about too much again."