"Yet another hellish day. And more "elite" snobs" thought Flare.

Flare is a 15 year old boy, about 5'10 and has black hair. Has a sharp mind and is quick on his feet. A bit reclusive but that is to be expected from any "Regs".

It was a typical day for Flare. Going through the same sub-par education. Going through the same roads stricken with poverty. And enduring the same slurs and slangs from the Grands. The Grands, the chosen people whos blood lines stretched back and forged through the countless centuries . The blood line that the Grands never questioned nor bother to uncover of how this seperation started and why.

 

But it was one fateful night that changed Flare future. One night that will scar, and haunt Flare. And that one night will reveal to Flare his hidden power. That one night will be the first block to fall in a struggle to change a civilzation. A civilzation, thousands of years in the making.

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One windy autumn day, Flare heads towards home after school with his bag slung behind him. He continues down his regular hill side path toward home. To his right is the End's River, the only untainted sight in the slums where the Regs make their home. On his way home he sees the The Chosen. The Chosen was a small gang of 3 Grands. They constantly torment the Regs and they enjoy it. This day was no different, The Chosen swarmed around him, insulting and hitting him. "Stupid Regs!" yelled one of The Chosen. "Good for nothing Regs! Your all better off dead!" Flare knew better than to resist. Resisting only made you a prime target and a source of hate. And he had the scars to prove it.

 

Eventually one of The Chosen threw a punch at Flare's gut causing him to double over and fall. Then another one of them took his bag and threw it over the hillside before they walked off laughing loudly.. Flare could do nothing but stand up and brush himself off. When he went to retrieve his bag he caught a glimpse of a girl on the other side of the river watching him. The second Flare saw her, she ran off.

 

 

Flare continued home. When he was close, the smell of smoke filled his lungs.