"Mama, I'm back," I exclaimed, trying my best to sound cheerful even if I'm profoundly tired.
Both from the public academy and from work, since I've been working part-time ever since I turned 13 years old to help my mama with what I could, since it's been just us ever since my father abandoned her when she had just gave birth to me, and she already works too much to provide for the both us. She's a workaholic to the bone, she is a nurse in the local hospital of Treethaer, the small nowhere city we live in Apple Lake, our Kingdom, which I personally think has the lamest name of all. So, I do what I can.
Without anyone else, since for all she's told me she has no family, and no father in the picture, I had to step up at a tender age, to try taking care of myself and of mama who's reckless when it comes to her health. So, with the money I get from my part-time work in the city's morgue, the only one that accepted me, which ain't much, I provide for myself, paying for all I need in school, for my health needs, and I help with the lights bill. Mama takes care of the water bill, the gas bill, the grocery, and everything we need at home.
I know she guilty-trips herself because she wanted to do more for me, but it's not her fault, it's mine for being born without magic. Had I been born with magic, I would have been able to get into the Tryad Magical Academy, which would guarantee me a nice job in my Kingdom after I graduated at 25, and I would be able to give mama a better life. She may not believe it, but that's what she deserves, and I'm the one who's to blame for not being able to provide for her.
Ever since the 4th World War, a nuclear war, destroyed more than 90% of the world, spreading radioactivity through the entire world and causing the 9.7% of survivors to awaken magic, diverse magic, some stronger and rarer than others, rarely some unique, many common ones, but unfortunately, only ⅓ of those 9.7% were able to actually make use of magic, to be a wielder. Only history of the world remains now, a war that happened in 2102, that nearly wiped out all humanity from earth.
Sure, even the ones who couldn't make use of magic changed for the better, such as the life span of non-magical wielders went up from 70 to 260, and the span of magic wielders skyrocketed from 70 to 580, and that's just average. If you're a healthy non-magicke, the name given to them, you can live up to 300, but not past that, while the healthy and careful magickes can live 700. All senses got enhanced, our body is physically stronger and we became more agile, while the magickes have all of those in Apex limits, way more than we non-magickes do.
Yes, we live a lot better than humans used to, because we have magic in us but it's the dormant type, that's why they separated us in two categories: the magickes and the dormantis, though many also call us non-magickes that's not the most used term.
After 2960 years since the 4th War took place, the world is different from what it was before, humanity is divided in three official territories that form the Tryad: Apple Lake of Hearts, Aurora Hills of Spades, Amandine of Diamonds. Like the old world card game, the symbol in the flag of each of the three kingdoms are the crest of the card decks of Hearts, Spades, and Diamonds, respectively.
Apple Lake is formed by what's left of Asia, Aurora Hills is formed by what's left of Europe, and Amandine is formed by what's left of South America. All the other continents were decimated, and most of those three remaining continents also was. Oceania still exists, at least what's left of it after it was bombed.
That's where the desert archipelago of the rebels that go against Tryad, the union of the three kingdoms, a rebellious terrorist group called Avas, which has the Clover card deck symbol as their flag, is located. In what was left of Australia, New Zealand, and of the Polynesian Islands, which formed an archipelago, said to be impossible to get even close to it without the permission of Avas. What makes them dangerous is that they are completely formed by magickes, powerful ones, many of them, rare.
Or so the books I studied claim.
A downside, or not, it's that, though we live unphantomably more now, after the radiation changed the chemistry and physics and biology of the human body and its capacities, it's extremely harder to procreate now, which was extremely easier then. According to the books, before the 4th World War, humanity stood at a whooping 8.7 billion of humans, while we're barely 700 million now, in the entire world. And that's because we're in the 30th Century post war.
Our bodies also began to resonate with what the magicke scholars call the "mating bond", which is common with other animals, our body has now reached a level of evolution that makes so we'll resonate with someone who will be the best match to us, physically, psychologically, and whatever. We're like... wolves, kind of. But only those who are magically awakened can feel this "mating bond", this connection, while us dormantis are... dormant to this, in a way that even if we meet our "mate", we won't know.
The scholars claim that a way of knowing that is by studying the aspects of pregnancy in this post-radiation state of evolution, now in a world of magic, with this "bond" affecting us, because they also claim that we are now only able to procreate with our "designated mates". But seeing how it's extremely hard to find a mate, it explains how hard it became to have children, you can't even choose whom to have no more. For that, they stopped producing condoms and contraceptive medications, considering them now outdated for out evoluted race.
Its a load of radioactive bullshit, in my opinion.
Not like my opinion counts of shit. We now live in a world in which we're doomed by birth. If you are not born awakened for magic, as a magicke, you are doomed to an irritatingly long life of misery, racism, and many other kinds of prejudice that were born with magic.
I hate magic.
I hate that I don't have it.
I hate those who do, call me petty.
I'm forsaken to never be able to succeed, to never be able to provide something better to my mama, to be born and live and die in the bottom of the food chain helplessly, all because my defective body can't make use of the dormant magic inside me.