Prologue

"1509 years ago Malainia got divided into 8 classes. Sorcerers and Mages from every sector tried their best to control and rule out dark magic users. However, over the years they grew weaker and weaker against their opponents and eventually had to retreat to a shielded community. Those who went out either never came back or came back in critical condition. After a while the drive to leave vanished. No one wanted to see what was outside of their safe bubble. It's worse in here, at least out there you could be free to live how you wanted to. In here, you're trapped. There's so many standards it makes me sick. How can people measure kindness and common curtesy to how much power you hold? Surely you may die out there but you aren't invincible here, and unless you're an amethyst, blue or red mage, you can kiss your sorry pleads for justice to the dirt. Maybe its not that bad right? Better than getting slaughtered outside by anti-malainians right? I have pitiful news for you if you identify as a green mage. I hope the dirt you like so much feels comfortable, because you'll be at the bottom of the social class, making you the easiest target for everyone. This has nothing to do with your abilities, It's just the way is life here, if you cant deal with it you're free to leave, or you could stay and be mistreated for your class. Whatever applies to you, its your choice to make."