In the future world known as Taria, there is a deadly city that uses the power of magic to stay alive. There are three different cast systems in the city. Elementals, the strongest of the three and only magic that can be used by the nobles and high classes due from the magic only being spread by bloodline. There is Mages, the lower level of cast that have to use magic tools to give their spells any life, then there’s the naturals. The naturals have magic in their blood but not pure like the elementals, so they can do others things such as shifting and other lesser blood magic. 

Now the city is at war for power and equality, and a small band of rebels is at the forefront of this battle, learning more about themselves and each other every day,  or knowing how different each member truly is...

Bane Clawson was sitting at the docks, huge air ships sailing by the port as he waited. He had golden eyes, showing his level as a natural magic user. He rolled his neck, waiting for someone to pass him the last bit of information he needed. He was also on the look out for anyone in trouble, it was happening a lot lately of people being grabbed and sold to the nobles. Or worse. Becoming living batteries. He shuttered at the thought as he bit into an apple, his silver hair a odd contrast to his younger looking face. 

Lady Serena Midnight was walking the halls of the main government building, reading over documents as a wolf like robot creature followed her. His name was Fenrir, the creature she built herself. He was her added security as she was always thinking of other things then to where she was going. Which was about to be proven when she was heading to the main set of stairs and didn’t see them as she was about to fall down them.