It was the future or so she was told. But it didn’t matter as the technology was so vastly different the life she was born with but then stolen away from. The life that Dezimena Sorrow remembered as a child was like a fantasy dream. Her family line had been prominent magi, wielders of the elements. Most mages practice one of the five elements, fire, air, earth, water, and arcane. The later being the rawest of the elements and the hardest to master. The Sorrow line bore mostly arcane magi, like Dezimena and her father. But a wielder of the most unstable element meant a life that would be spent in training, to learn how to use the element for the greater good of mankind. The studious training never came. Not when the ‘other worlders’ came. She was still a young girl when the space bandits raided her village. At the time she knew only of her world. Never thinking that the stars could hold whole other worlds with terrible and spectacular races. She came to understand that her ‘planet’, as these other worlds were called, was what was called a ‘protected planet’. One that had not reached the technology of the other worlds and one that should be left alone. But bandits were the same no matter on horseback or aboard ships. Money was money, and someone who could hurl bolts of arcane magic was worth quite a bit. A horrible fate was dealt to her family whom refused to surrender. Leaving the ten your old Dezimena alone for the first time. Once captured she used what little training she had to escape those bandits. Learning on the run about her new life and how to use her magic. Dezimena eventually came to find herself on a planet called ‘Earth’ which had humans like her. Though they could not wield magic, or not traditionally. Its people for the most part reminded her of home. Good food, care-free, and friendly. But Earth people could also be dark, callous and cruel, just like humans on her home planet. That was where the similarities ended. Earth held towering buildings, some clean other holding the dirt and grime of age. Streets not so pristine but not squalid in filth either. Some buildings looked like trees bending and swaying slightly from their faulty design. The ‘chariots’ or hover cars as they called then, hovered above the ground and didn’t need a horse to pull them. No magic was used with this power, but science. Something that Dezimena understood but saw different than true magic. She had grown into a woman on these streets and knew them well enough to survive. She also learned quickly that there had been abductions of other magi like her. One can imagine the desire that rose in her to find her own people. She found them hiding, posing as humans with no magic ability what so ever within them. It wasn’t long before she understood why. The government back home was ruled by a king and his counsel men. But this place, this city called Reborg was much different. The holy men or clergy ruled over the people. Believing in the Divine Maker who favored those whose souls were pure. Granting his disciples entry into Heaven if they followed his divine path. Those who did not follow the Maker obviously were tainted by the Iniquitous Ivarri. She who pulls men into the depths of hell to devour their souls. Using the sins of magic to corrupt man for her endless buffet. Yes it was the very elements themselves that the people of Earth believed damned them from entering some holy gates. The elements that granted the Sorrow family nobility was now a curse and a death sentence for Dezimena. Of course there were those whom were ‘touched with divine light’ and able to wield the elements with holy purpose. Bullshit is all it was to Dezimena. To her it sounded like a submission to a false god. But her beliefs didn’t stop her from running as fast as her legs could carry her as she fled the small squad of soldiers that now pursued her. Her breaths heavy as her heart thundered in her chest, her dark chocolate hair whipped around her round face. Her round purple amethyst eyes even larger as she turned to look back. Her fair skin seemingly brighter against the dark drab clothing she wore. It was a trap. A damn mage like herself flushed her out with the promise of an underground haven for those whom wielded magic. “Stupid! Stupid! Should’a known it was a trap!” She cursed to herself as she rounded the corner to a dead end. She gasped and looked up at the brick walls that towered on either side. A whimper left her as she touched the wall, debating on using her magic to try and blast a hole in the wall. But the soldiers were right behind her, would she have time to escape?