It had been three days after the magicians had been exposed. Everyone was in a panic, it seemed, distrusting people they had known for years and trying to disprove what people were thinking. But it hardly ever worked. If you weren't one, you were in league with one, if you were one, then you were trying to corrupt the minds of those around you. Families had been torn apart, children taken from mothers. And the sad thing about it all was that those who weren't magical were the ones who most often were persecuted for it. Aurelia was part of neither group, the persecuted or the accused. She had been able to keep her head down, thankful that she lived with only her mother and father, both of whom weren't important enough to draw any attention to their family. Still, she ran the way home, carrying a bundle of food in her hands. Her dark hair trailing behind her like a flag, Aurelia was careful not to trip over the hem of her long dress, knowing that the apples she had bought would get dirty if she did. And the action might be seen as 'devil's work.' Still, even through all of her hard work, Aurelia's foot caught on an uneven stone on the ground, and after her initial shock she was quickly scrambling to retrieve the food, hoping no one stepped on it. Her family didn't have the money to pay for more food this week.