The last thing I remember from my parents is the look on their faces when they asked me to get inside the wooden chest that sat in our own living room. I heard a knock on our front door and their words were muffled by the thick wooden walls of the chest when they closed the lid. Once they did it, everything was silent. I didn’t know I was here and not there anymore. I am not sure how to explain where Here is, nobody ever talks about it. I just know it is not There, and that we are safe Here. Magic was prohibited in this world 10 years ago. We were too different, too powerful to coexist with other beings. We didn’t believe they would hunt us, but they did. Aunt Ara and I are the only people with magic blood left in the world.