Society

Once a child reaches the age of thirteen, they are tested for aptitude of magical ability. The ability level of an individual will basically decide what sort of jobs and how their future will turn out. For Kreave Jovish, his future was bleak. At the testing for magical aptitude Kreave touched the small orb and a big fat yellow zero popped up. Not only did the zero state that he has no magic, it was also yellow, the lowest grade something could be. In this world items, dishes, potions and the sort are all rated on the same scale, Yellow being the lowest, red, blue, purple, and black. The colors of your number on the aptitude test will determine your skill and intelligence, so Kreave was at the lowest of the low. Dazed at what he was looking at Kreave slowly backed away from the orb and walked out of the school. He walked slowly back home disregarding the looks he was getting from everyone that saw him. Why was he getting looks you ask? Simple, he is probably measured as the weakest child to ever be gauged in magical aptitude. Only three other times in history has anyone ever gotten a yellow zero, and everyone one of them died poor and homeless. Kreave simply walked back home and sat on his bed, at the ripe age of thirteen Kreave let the tears flow. He probably sat there and cried for over two hours. While this was going down Kreaves father and grandfather got word of the news. They were sad, sad that their lineage of strong capable fighters would be gone soon, Kreave was the only heir to their legacy, he didnt have any brothers, sisters and his mother had passed away giving birth to him. After getting out of his revere Kreave decided then and there, he was going to break the caste. He would be the first person to ever get a yellow zero and live a comfortable and good life in this punishing society. So the next day he walked into his classroom and sat down with a look of determination on his face. He was determined that he would become a very outstanding student and go get the best education one can to become a non combat apothecary. He would heal people better than anyone in the rest of the world possibly could. His little mishap of not being able to cast magic wasn't going to stop him from doing what he wanted. This simple fact was one that regular people couldnt understand, they simply could not process it in their heads. So one day as Kreave was walking out of class to go back home, a gang of stronger more elite people in his grade stopped him. Before he knew it Kreave was surrounded by these thugs.

"What do you guys want" asked Kreave in a worried tone

"Oh nothing much, we just wanted to give you a message" said one of the ugly brutes

"What kind of message?" asked Kreave

Then before he knew it Kreaves gut was punched and he was sent across the sidewalk and into the grass gasping for air.

"We just wanted to let you know that your worthless, this message is sent by the rest of the world." said the same brute who appeared to be the leader. And they all just snickered as they walked away. As Kreave was standing up and regaining his composure he got a severe headache, which caused him to fall back down clutching his head. Then all of a sudden;

"Welcome descendant" came the voice of someone very familiar yet Kreave had no clue who it was.