Magic | Machinery | IC ((arowne97 and Alvynear))
Beneath the Wards, hidden far below the life-preserving machinery churning with magic, the Rebellion began. It started slowly, spreading among F-Rankers who had burrowed further and further away from the seeking Wardens, but soon it gathered strength. It pulled even from the Wardens themselves, stealing their recruits in daring daylight raids that, while they were flashy, lost more lives than they saved. But it was the spectacle that carried the day, and the spectacle that drew attention to the cause. Although news of the raids was hushed up quickly, the Ward news sources silenced with threats protected by ‘government security’, more and more of the Ward’s citizens became bold, and some even descended to the Rebellion and were never seen above again.
One of the Rebellion’s greatest triumphs was Katejina Marlin, a blonde beauty with stunning genetically-modified magenta eyes and a fondness for Goth-Lolita fashion. She had been five when she had been taken by the Wardens to train as one of them, and by the time she was eleven she was one of the Rebels. The story that circulated painted this picture: an ethereal child standing at the end of a hallway in the Warden school, her uniform splashed with the blood of her captors. She approached the Rebels who had staged the infiltration, and, without a moment’s hesitation, had informed them of her intention to join. She led the retreat in such high style that she was immediately given her own command. Years later, Katejina still enjoyed hearing the story, especially the part about her single-handedly slaughtering her guards.
In the main hall of the Rebel headquarters, she listened to Schwartz retell it to a group of younger children, most of whom had been born after the headquarters was established. They had never been to the Wards, and would likely not see them until they were old enough to fight themselves. They were both intrigued and repelled by the tales of the Wards, where food and water were plentiful but life was strict and freedom nonexistent. Crossing her legs, Katejina bobbed one of her platform heels thoughtfully.
What would she have become, had she not joined the Rebels? She knew she was powerful—she was B-Ranked, one of only a hundred such magic-users. A-Rankers were even rarer, and the S, SS, and SSS ranks were even sparser. There were only three living SSS-Rankers: the rulers of the Wards, the Head Wardens. Their magic was allegedly unmatched, their power godly.
Katejina could have scoffed aloud.