My mother held my hand on the walk to the school. It was in the town square which my mother frequently went to to get supplies for the house.

"You sure you're alright. You were pretty shaken up at home." She said a little concerned.

I shook my head. "I'm fine. I'll make new friends." She smiled down at me after I said that. In my head, I was certain that this new life meant new things and new beginnings, things wouldn't be the same as in my last life. Once we had arrived at the school gates, my mother patted my clothes down and hugged me, wishing for me to have a good day as I entered and she watched from the gate. I entered the building and saw multiple children my age talking, running around or playing. It looked as though they were getting along already. I looked up at the clock and saw it was ten minutes to nine so I had some time before introductions began. I was a little nervous to talk to anyone until I saw a black ahired boy sitting alone near a back corner. I decided I should go ahead and talk to him. I walked over nonchalantly.

"Hey. I'm Virgil." I smiled, putting my hand out for him to shake. The boy looked up at me with his light blue eyes and took my hand.

"I-I'm Liandro." He smiled weakly.

I looked at him concerned a little as to why such a young boy was so nervous, it was concerning. "Relax a little...", I said to him.

"I can't with them around...", He pointed at a group of boys who were being surrounded by the children. They were laughing with smug faces as one of the boys was showing off his magic. He was definitely around the same age as me so I was surprised he had magic at such a young age.

"A-all they do is mess with kids who either don't have magic or don't worship them. They beat me up just the other day.", He said timdily.

I looked over at him feeling bad for his situation when suddenly the class began. We all gathered in a circle and began introducing ourselves. No one took notice of me as much as when the kid with the magic spoke up.

"I'm Feirut Ogden, and I have magic.", He said with a smug look.

The children in the class smiled and looked excited except for Liandro, the teacher and me. I remembered my parents saying something about a man named 'Ogden' being the lord or mayor of this village. The introductions continued and the class began.

"Just so you kids know, this is actual school now. No more day care or constant time with toys,. We'll be starting with some maths."

The teacher went through things I already knew and began asking questions on multiplication.

"Seven times six is what, Feirut?" She asked pointing the chalk at him.

Feirut stood up confidently, "Forty-eight."

No one in the room laughed but I tried my best to hold it in since he looked so confident.

"Wrong. How about you Liandro?", she said pointing at Liandro who slowly stood up nervously.

"F-forty-two." He said nervously.

"Well done Liandro. Maybe Feirut can learn a thing or two about multiplication from you.", she said with a smirk as some in the class snickered.

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Feirut looked around the class furiously and the snickers died down at once. He glared at Liandro and soon the day came to an end. As I left the building, I saw feirut and a few of his friends dragging Liandro around the back of the school. I saw my mother at the gates ushering me over, she also looked a little concerned after seeing Liandro being dragged by the boys to the back of the school.

"Do you know those boys Virgil?", She asked, alarmed for Liandro's safety.

"Nope. I have no idea who they are.", I said trying my best not to get into any type of trouble or involvement with Feirut.

She continued to look over at the back of the school a little alarmed as we continued to walk off home.

Five years of school went by quickly and life was good. I drifted away from Liandro and kept away from Feirut and his gang, drifting off into the background. I was alright with it in all honesty. We were in our final year before most kids went off to a magic school or began working. Sadly for me, my magic hadn't awakened at all, but due to being a person who blended in and hid at the back, I was able to escape the bullying people suffered at the hands of Feirut.

However, this was the point in my life that took a dramatic turn and dip.

We moved houses, further out of the village to an even smaller cottage and my parents would argue on daily basis. We were beginning to struggle thanks to the increased tax the Ogden family were beginning to take for this Continent's Royal family. One night, I found myself sitting near the edge of my room door, listening to their argument. Both my father and mother spiralled into a life of drinking alcohol and smoking drugs to ease their minds.

"Face it! Virgil is going to have to start working soon! I'm not going to have the little shit sitting around all day doing nothing. He finishes school this year, correct!?" My father shouted.

"Don't you dare talk about him like that! He's our son!"

This life was even worse than the one I had before since our old homely and nice environment had spiralled out of control. We weren't the only family to be suffering like this either. The increased taxes affected people in the worst ways, especially someone like Liandro, whose family was already off to a bad start, and thanks to this increased taxes a great epidemic of drugs began among the poor and strugglers. Soon, my school life came to an end and I found my self having to once again walk on my own to our small house one last time from school.

On the way home, a pure white carriage with horses at the front rode by with a chauffeur in a nice expensive suit leading it at the front. I could tell he was going on his way to pick up some highly respected individuals. I wanted that, a nice and easy life without the struggle. What did I do to deserve to live such a bad life twice? I looked down at my now dirty raggedy clothes and kept walking, contemplating how this could have happened. I walked past an alleyway and could hear some grunting and laughing. Feirut was busy beating up an old man.

"How dare you sit in my path. You fucking ingrate!" Feirut yelled, kicking the old man in his already bloody and bludgeoned head, his gang of friends laughing.

This world was dirty, pathetic and gruesome. I hadn't lived a life so deep in the mud before, and I didn't care for those who did, but I began appreciating the time I was wasting back in my old life. I quickly left before they could notice me.

Once I had arrived home, I saw a white carriage outside of our small cottage, the one I had passed by as I walked here. I was confused and I went inside seeing both my father and mother smiling and signing papers with the man who was leading the carriage.

"Mom...Dad? Who is this man?" I asked reluctantly, immediately recognising who it was.

They both smiled at me. "You'll be working for the Ogden house. We sold you." My father smiled.

My mother looked as though she was drifting in and out of her drunken state while still smoking. The man in the suit didn't dare sit down and kept a handkerchief over his nose.

"What? You sold me? What does that mean?"

My father laughed. "It means we sold you. We got some money for you to work for Ogden. He needed some child workers and we just happened to have you. You never meant much anyway." He kept an eye on the bag of money the man in the suit handed to him. He walked over to me and looked down at me.

"Do you have any possessions?" He asked.

Still too stunned at their actions to speak, I just slowly shook my head and looked down at my dirty shoes. I couldn't believe how much my parent's could fall. From being loving and caring, to being willing to sell their own child for a small bag of gold. This world truly was garbage.