Zeph's POV
I didn't expect to get a confirmation letter after how they accused me of theft. But, Artins personally came to apologize as they found no evidence of it being stolen. It was our family heirloom passed down from our ancestors.
So, here I was being made a part of a weird-looking group of people. I wish Ralph was with me but as only five folkels have been chosen so they divided us into five different groups.
I stood at a distance from them because I had no intention of making friends. I knew they all had magical abilities and from what I heard through murmurs and whispers around me we had a Fae princess in our group too. I was furious, we "Folkels" were already discriminated against and looked down upon because of having no magical powers and now I had to deal with a snooty princess too.
