this story starts on the earth you know and live in. in the 21 century a dying realm nearly having lost all magic. the world has succumbed to the lesser form of magic. technology the basest manipulation of energy even their souls grew weaker they were all dying in but a few generation not that they were aware of this fact.

luckily or tragical as some would call it. The end or the new beginning depending on who you ask would happen.

this is the story of an 18-year-old kid studying history at oxford university. Not a particular interesting person mostly a tragic person an average looking guy black hair average build no girlfriend, not much family being an orphan, a bit on the intelligent side but nothing truly exceptional. his name being Nathan Smith a perfectly average name. The only truly interesting thing about him is that his grandparents on his mother’s side were very rich although they were also dead. On his father’s side, there wasn’t really any love towards him. His uncle’s and cousins on his father’s side being his only family but not deigning it important to take him in when his parents died. Only being 6 when his parent died did not grant him an easy childhood. being handed over too child protective services and ending up in an orphanage never staying with a foster family for being found a trouble child, he might be classified as a bit of a sociopath because of his harsh upbringing, having only little respect for others or their wellbeing. His remaining family only really started paying attention a year ago when he inherited, his grandmother’s wealth something they were not at all aware of before it happened even Nathan was surprised having thought they gave it to charity. But his grandmother’s will apparently left him everything on his 18 birthday, luckily he was fairly self-dependent already having pretty much grown up on his own. His grandparents had died before his parents and he had no other family on his mother’s side making him inherit everything. his inheritance was made up of an old gothic mansion outside of oxford and a 7-figure bank account. He got an old caretaker called Anni Westmount to take care of it. but he did move in being a teenager living in a mansion didn’t sound all that bad too him.

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Some would think that would be the dream. but when you were a recently 19-year-old with no friends and a family that wanted to do nothing but leech from you, it wasn’t really much of a bandage on his wounds. Saying he was average was maybe a big understatement being a depressed lonely rich teenager. luckily for him a Thursday afternoon it would all change.