“The old bloods, they believe that what your family has, the powers your bloodline possesses should’ve been theirs.” He sighed, “Magic. It has been lost all these years. Many years ago, only people with the old bloodline were gifted with it. And then, suddenly it shifted. People from your family began possessing it. It took away any power the old bloods wielded in our land. Your family became the center of attention, and the old bloods couldn’t have it, so they hunted and killed anyone with power secretly. They hunted your family too and killed them, but you-” he paused and swallowed hard. “You didn’t have any power.”
“How do they know that?” I asked.
It was true that my family was magic wielders. Every single one of them. And that was the very reason I hated them. Tried so hard to erase
