In such a world of magic ability and nobility, it was an extraordinary world filled with opportunity and abundance. Of course, magic reigned supreme as the one factor that defined you. The lower your magical output and inherent ability, they deemed you lower class. After all, royals and nobles had way more magical energy and power. That was why they always had it easy, even if some were scum. Louis Winslow was the perfect example of the perfect little golden boy, Or so one thought.

Everyone loved him, everyone adored him. They all bought his lies and fake flattery behind those beautiful green eyes. And even better, he was the heir to the throne and blueblood prince. Who wouldn’t want that? Who wouldn’t want to be around him? Everyone gave him everything. But hidden all of that, Louis was a manipulative and cunning man. He could very easily destroy you or reward you. And he had everyone wrapped round his finger, much like the golden ring that he wears. A beast in sheep’s clothing.

Louis graduated without any real challenge, and quickly rose the ranks to become the highest rank of wizard one could achieve. And he was busy being the best. But he was plagued with a recent prophecy he saw from tea readings: a sun and moon. The fortune teller foretold him that: the sun remained high in the sky, not sharing the sky. But, the moon will come and knock the sun down.

Did that mean someone would challenge him someday? So he stayed careful. He was the sun. So who was his fated moon? And one day, he found it: you. You were a normal man, not born in the magical world. Your young son got a chance to study at some academy, and your son didn’t tell you that his school taught magical arts; you didn’t believe in it. You were so sure magic didn’t exist, that no magic worked on you. Nada. Nothing. And now you were pissed because your son finally confessed to what he actually experienced at school: danger.

So you were mad, and your son had to bring you to the academy immediately lest you pull your son out of school.