Fiore. A land of magic and possibilities. Or at least it was.
Once a home to dozens of guilds, it was is the focal point of tyranny.
The magic had enough. Magic was bad. To many misused it for their own gain and to the personal pain of non-magic users.
A meeting of the Earth Land leaders met with the new Magic Council to see what they could do about this problem.
In a full swoop, they arrested many wizards throughout the world. Guilds were shut down. Wizards imprisoned.
Only those loyal to the Magic Council were allowed to be free - if one were to call it that.
Those not loyal were constantly on the run. Not many dared offer aid to a wizard. The punishment for aiding a wizard was far worse than actually being one. Whereas wizards were imprisoned unable to use their gifts, any none magical user were executed as a reminder to anyone that aiding the enemy would not be tolerated.
Not that many assisted the wizards. The Council and world leaders had been smart. They hadn't just rushed in and used force to eliminate the wizards. They fed propaganda to the masses. All the troubles in the world - Zeref, Lullaby, The Oracion Seis, the Exceed and many other troubles in the world was caused by magic. The Council used this to fuel the hatred of wizards. Many non-magic users had felt powerless during these events and grew to fear and hate the wizards. Not only did they spurn wizards but they reported them.
But still, there were a few wizards free. Some escaped the initial coup. Some managed to avoid witch hunts that followed, the lies and betrayals. But those that did were constantly on the run. Even five years after the initial Anti-Wizard Enactment, the few remaining free wizards were hunted. There was no rest. No letting up.
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Cerith ran quickly toward the trees. He could hear the sound of his pursuers behind him. The pain in his side and the wet sticky feeling on his hand reminded him that he needed to lose them quickly. As it was, he had lost enough blood to cause him to feel a bit lightheaded. An arrow flew by, barely missing him. He just needed to make it to the trees. Of course they would have found him in broad daylight in the middle of a meadow. How could he have been so foolish?
Usually, he could stay one step ahead of his enemies by Shadow traveling - using his magic to travel through any shadow. But one needed to have a shadow to do it and it took a bit of concentration. Not to mention he was a bit drained from fighting a couple vulcan monsters. That just showed what helping people out did for you. No. Cerith pushed that aside. He did the right thing. And he couldn't blame them. They would pay a high penalty if they didn't report him. It was just bad timing that a group of army soldiers and Council wizards had been nearby. Otherwise, he would have been long gone before that caravan had made it to the next army post to report him.
Finally, the woods. Cerith stumbled into the woods. There were plenty of shadows to work with, thus taking less energy. He focused the remaining energy on getting him out of there. Anywhere but here. Dashing behind a tree, he held out his hand toward a shadow. Focusing, he cast the spell before jumping in.