“The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”
It's a feeling, always a feeling. It pinches in your chest and settles like lead in your stomach. It keeps your head turning, searching with frazzled nerves. A mind full of cotton telling you to find what it is. It means there's trouble. It means something bad is going to happen. It means there's a possibility you can stop it. Lives where not the only price of the barrier; magic like that, a curse like that can not be sustained on lives alone. In humanity's greed they lost the very power they wagged a biblical war to gain. While most magic is gone to sustain the barrier there are still whispers of it. Stories passed from ear to ear of monsters who live in shadows and under our feet. Even with out history books humanity knows monsters are real after all every story is based on some truth.
As a child your parents told you the stories, encouraged your believe of magic and by extinction your 'abilities'. When the barrier broke it was like part of you woke up and when monsters came to light you were one of a small group of humans who accepted them. With magic being a criminal punishment, monsters fighting for rights, and mages coming to light...If humans can't accept others of their own race, what chance do monsters have?