Hassan's Fanfiction Draft

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The Beginning
In the beginning, we blended in. Those of us who possessed the curse either didn't know we possessed it, or were revered for what we could do. We lived normal lives, as normal beings. That of course, was in the beginning.
Now we live in fear of dying for what we are. But, I get ahead of myself. Let me first explain to you who, or rather, "what" we are. We were named the Thirds, those of whom had transcended the limits of the world. We possessed certain abilities that no mortal man should possess. A new "class" in a world that was acknowledged as balanced and fair.

There were those of us, myself included, that were respected for the powers we possess.
But it was with that respect, and the later betrayal, that I realised the duality of man. We were revered as long as we were of some service to them. I can't remember when the first execution occurred, but I remember the brutality of it.
I remember one trial vividly when one of the accused actually screamed that it was the Gods who betrayed him, and then spat at the Seconds. Without another word, he was hanged. There were some who were truly innocent I truly pity them and pray that their souls find rest.


Survival
There were those of us who escaped execution. Some were able to return to a semi-normal life, others, myself included, were branded and forced to wander the land in exile. Many of us didn't last long, succumbing to the violence of man or the ferocity of the elements.
Those of us who survived found that we were not welcome in many places. Our own villages and families turned us away. We had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. We were lost.

I had to do something, but I could not do it alone.
I travelled all across the lands, from Prontera to Morroc. I journeyed through the light forsaken land that was named Glast Heim; searching for those who would be willing to help. Few were found, one of which lived within the forest I chose as our stronghold, we trained to be Rune Knights.






The Guilds
As time slipped away, many new groups emerged which we would later remember as Third Classes. We divided into Rune Knight and Royal Guards, however it was not enough, we could not hide within the society as easily as before we were hunted faster then ever. I do not remember who created the first or which was the first but all I do remember is the new found power of the “Guilds”. The guilds did not care what guilds you were from, Minstrels, Sorcerers, Shadow Chasers, and many others were united under a Guild. New found power was found, secrets were shared and more techniques were discovered.

When word of the Guilds reached that of the ones who acted in the name of the Gods, new methods of killing us were found, our loved ones and our families who we had left to protect were tortured. I still remember hearing the screams being carried across the forest and echoing throughout the mountains.

We could no longer stand and watch. I could endure seeing friends I had grown up with taken away, being accused as Loki's Children and disposed of. This time, this time they had gone too far.
We had new power, new strength and new numbers. This was our reckoning, together as a Guild we would act.