Cynthia gasped for air, the flames rising higher in the room. No. This couldn’t be how it ended, how the young scientist’s life’s work was destroyed. Fire licked the edges of the room, burning away her papers and research.
Men in all black uniform stood around the lab, kicking more vials and irreplaceable antiques onto the ground. The glass smashed down like an explosion, shards flying every which way. It was the worst sound Cynthia ever heard.
“Please.” She coughed, her vision blurred. Her glasses were broken and she didn’t know if the blur was from her eyesight or her tears. “I just wanted us Lowers to be respected!”
The leader of the masked men turned to her, a sharp ruby glint in their glowing eye. “You don’t deserve to be respected Dr. Moon.”
Then with her serum in their hand, they crashed out the lab window and the men were gone.
Cynthia clenched her fists and cried out. She created that serum to make Lowers something more than thieves, criminals, and nothings. The ones that didn’t have magic seeping through their veins, who didn’t get a gift.
Well then… she slid on her cracked glasses, her violet eyes shining. To get the serum back she would need those thieves, criminals, and nothings.
She would need The Unchosen.
In the city of Ahrmati, everyone has been gifted with powers. They all have a unique magic of their own. Some could read minds, some could levitate, heal, and even control the elements. Each villager had their own magic, and Ahrmati prospered because of this wonderful gift that had been given to them. Life and money came easily to them and the rest of the world envied their stability. But while the Ahrmatans seemed to have no flaws, they have a secret.
Deep beneath their perfect city is The Thorn where they send the Lowers. The Lowers are the few unchosen people of Ahrmati to not get gifts. Instead they got a strange marking on their wrist that could not be taken off. The Ahrmatans looked down on these people, and cast them down underneath the city, where the Lowers built their own town. The Thorn. These people became thieves, criminals, and the nobodies that everyone forgets about in a story. The Lowers have always been the unlucky ones, the unchosen and poor ones.
Then a Lower scientist tries to make a serum that allows Lowers to gain podarok too. The experiment goes terribly wrong and the serum that could change everything gets stolen by a mysterious masked figure. Now it is up to an unlikely band of Lowers and some Ahrmatans to get back the serum before the world is torn apart as they know it.
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