Magic, the unbound gateway of life.�� Only so few can see its power.� Magic is what life is made up of, it can be anything anything wishes it to be.� Magic is what�makes us who we are,�our hearts and souls are all fueled by magic.� But, not all of us can see its ability.� Some of us are even blinded to�magic itself...Those blinded are called the "Darkened." Darkened beings are born heartless and they cannot see magic or feel its power burn through their veins.� Those who can see magic are called the "Touched."� Touched beings not only are gifted with being able to see magic, but they can even bend its abilities to its uses.� The Touched beings are born with a special mark on the palm of�their hand, each a different shape and each barring a different ability.� Touched beings see magic for what it truly is and they can feel its embers burn through their hearts, souls and veins.� All the while there are some called "Untouched" beings who bare the gift of the mark but have no use of the magic bestowed upon them.� It is almost useless to be an "Untouched" for they can do nothing more than show off a small mark on their palm.� There are some, despite the odds who are born as "Untouched" but they slowly begin to develop the usage of their abilities.� They are called "Halfhearts"�because they are half of what they should be.� But Halfhearts in time, soon learn that they too can have a full-heart like the Touched....
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���������������������������������������Utherial of the Sun��
Utherial Adams was one of them, a Halfheart or Untouched.� When Utherial was a baby, she was born with a very faint sign which could be made out to be the in the shape of a sun.� As a child Utherial thought she was special and that there was no one else like her in the world.� But as children we do not see much of what goes on around us.� Just so, Utherial was a nieve child and she knew not any better.� No one knew about the sign, not even Utherial's own parents.�� Utherial�kept the mark a secret for a very long time.� With each passing day, the sign grow less faint until it was certain that the mark was in fact the shape of a sun.� Utherial had never heard of the Touched, Untouched, Halfhearts and the Darkened before.� Most Darkened were adults who are less capable of being able to see�magic and of course less capable of using it at all.� Utherial's parents were Darkened and even if she did tell them one day about her sign, they would not�understand what it meant.� Utherial grew older as the years passed.� Her life seemed to be the boring same old, but the day she turned seventeen her life changed drastically.�
It was raining hard when Utherial woke up�in front of her computer with half of an essay typed.� She sighed as she stared at the screen.� The pixels stared back at her, coaxing her to continue typing.� But Utherial didn't feel like doing her homework anymore.� Thunder clapped loudly from outside of her window and it nearly made her jump.� She slowly rose from her seat and walked over to her bed.� It was a light blue with little bubbles on it.� The walls of her room were a light gray with�little tiny clouds splotched�everywhere.� Utherial fell back onto her bed�and stared up at the ceiling.� The rain outside poured frantically down her window and lightning flashed across the sky.� Utherial wished she could be outside in the pouring rain, getting soaked to the tips of her toes.� She feared nothing, not the dark, not high places, not small places, not water, not spiders, not dogs, not even her own death.� Utherial was fearless, and she really had nothing to fear.� She was safe, in her apartment with her father and her older brother Mike.� But Utherial's life was about to change.� She would�fear life itself as she had never feared it before...���