Magic

Pheap raises his hand and struts out the door.

"Meet you there." He gleefully said. 

Jonny stared into Will's corpse, he wouldn't have called him a friend, he was relatively new to the group, and didn't know his place. On his sunken shoulder is the tattoo of a fox. An itchy pain rises up Jonny's back. He touches and rubs the outline of a wolf. 

Magic is a source of power, it moves through your veins like a pumping steam engine. Those who can't use it, those who can't manipulate it, lack the opening to the wellspring of magic. Magic can be used to amplify your body, create solid shields, and as peer weapons. Spells use the magic from within you, to manipulate reality. Creating fire, frost or any other force is done by using spells. However you can not use spells without having an aptitude for them. How do you figure out if you have an aptitude, well the best way is finding a bunch of expensive tomes and spending days chanting each and every spell in them, just to get a chance of using a single spell. But the better way is awakening, you have a hundred percent chance to be able to use every spell in your memories. So most mages rely on magic to fight instead of spells. Some mercenary companies give tomes to new mages on lease, until paid for or completely read. 

The Hams Retreat is the name of the cafe. Its arched doors lead to its echoed halls, one that is copied again and again throughout the city. Pheap sits on the front counter sweet talking some young blond. His so-called "sweet talk" could be called nothing but sexual harassment. 

"Come home with me I can show you a good time."

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend." She scoots away as he pushes closer.

"Come on, you know I'm better than any of those suckers."

"Wo wo wo," I step in .

She gets up and leaves.

"Jonny? Come on." He sighs." So are you up for it." 

"I have to go, Jewy's waiting for me."

 Pheap grabs Jonny by the arm, he pulls him in.

"Please Wolf, I'm getting desperate, you have your woman, so I just need a minute of your time." 

"Okay Lion, you owe me one."

In the corner writing away onto a piece of paper, sits an averagely nerdy girl with wide rim glasses and a majestic witches hat. Her height sits at a short 5.5. The notebook she scribbles in is filled with "RUNES". Runes are shunned for their use in so called 'dark magic', and in the greater mage circle are often considered heresy. I cant tell you how many lynching's happened to those who practice runes. The worst thing being is the law almost always rules in favor of the murderers. I myself have seen known rune users being beaten in broad daylight and cops or guards just sitting there watching. 

"HI." I tap her on the shoulder.

She slowly looks up from her work.

"Yes?"