"Long, long ago. Three thousand years to be exact, lived our Great Kings. They have lived ever since due to their blessed magic power. They were cherished by our gods, so the gods let them live, due to them not being able to bear any children. Due to this flaw, many people tried to murder them, becuase they believed that if they were the ones to steal our Kings lives, they would gain the Great Kings power and become the next king. None did prevail in this conquest.

Many years had pasted, and one of the Kings went mad with power, and do you know what happend to him next, my little Alhi?" Father poked my nose, awaiting my childish answer.

"Oh! Didn't he die? That's usually the answer to these types of questions you ask me" I answer him, confidently.

"Well, yes. But, no one can just drop dead, now can they?" I zipped my mouth, patiently waiting for him to continue his story.

"Now, the 3 brothers were Sekiyuul, King of light magic, Liyul, King of dark magic, and Jiyaal, King of Chaos magic. Jiyaal was the one who went mad since he was the eldest and held the most power of the 3 brothers" Father explained clearly.

"Its a good thing he's dead now." He sighed. I look at him, confused.

"Why Is that, father?" I ask him curiously.

"It was because he was the cause of a continental war, the 'Magic War' between the 3 Kings." He answered me with a pretend happy tone.

"But, that sotry remains for another night. If I tell you now, what will you listen to tomorrow?" Fahter made a point.

"Good night Father." I wish him, he kisses me on the forehead, before leaving the room as I drift to sleep.

That was the last ever time I had ever spoke to him, a terrorist attack was planned on my manor, the Chara House. All of my family had been killed, My father, Brother and sister. My mother had died due to a sickness she hid from fahter many years ago.

Hours after the incident, a foreigner had came to rescue me, he took pity on me and had a manor of my own built in his land.

Before the foreigner had found me, a terrorist had found me, but instead of killing me, he cursed me and left me there. I hid this curse, because I had a feeling that it could harm someone.

Many years had drifted by since the incident. I was four back then, and now I'm at the ripe age of 14. Due to my curse, my magic manifested at a younger age than it was supposed to. The age you're supposed to get your magic power is at age 15, it's the time when they see how much magic power you are manifested with.

The process in which you gain magic power, is called "Manifestation" and those who have manifested are called the "Blessed". Not all people get their magic, and its mainly manifested in nobles, you're basically classed a Noble if you go through manifestation and get a high ranking magic attribute.

This attributes are unique to the blessed, no one has the same attribute as another blessed. But if I say that somebody had the flower attribute, it's a hereditary attribute, but it's different becuase they have different types of flower attributes.

My attribute is unknown for now, it can only be tested once I turn 15. They won't test me until I'm 15, because they'll know for sure that I'm cursed if I ask them now.