[ WP ] Please write a fantasy story that explains it 's magic/creatures/phenomena from a scientific perspective . Scientific magical world building is the best thing .

It was not long ago that I could not even speak my name. 
 
 When I first arrived on this new planet, I tried to discover what type of being I was. The god I spoke to had told me I became something more than human, but I expected to be a part-demon or elf. I did n't expect the change to be unnoticeable at the physical level. 
 
 When I saw my parents for the first time, crying over my small body, I thought they looked just like humans, and they still do. When my mother took me to the market near our small home, I watched the dozens of new species of beast-people pass us by. In a world that had so many options for me to reincarnate into, I seemed to have born again as a human. 
 
 However, I could not have been more wrong. 
 
 In this world, humans are mere slaves for the higher races. Fortunately, I am one of these higher races. Unfortunately, my race is not very much higher than human, and is well below the beast-people. 
 
 I am an elemental, and so are my parents. Aside from us, I have not seen any other elemental, but that is because we live far from our home continent. My father land his brother fought in the Second Great War against the Avalons and the Dionscans, but his brother lost his elemental powers and became a slave. While trying to find his brother, my father lost the trail and ended up settling here. 
 
 Anyways, it's likely my uncle is dead. Humans do not last long when enslaved by the beast-people. 
 
 When I learned I was an elemental, I naturally attempted to learn what this meant. When I asked my father, he told me something strange. 
 
 `` It's to be part of the universe,'' He said, not really answering anything. 
 
 So, with such answers, I naturally asked my mother. 
 
 `` You'll understand when you become more,'' She said. I asked what I had to be more of, but she just kept saying'more' over and over again. 
 
 With my parents unable to tell me anything about being an elemental, I went to the market district and asked people there. 
 
 `` The elemental can swim long time not need air for breathe,'' Said a croc-person. 
 
 `` Elemental fire make hot but elemental not hot,'' Said a imp. 
 
 `` Wood is easy to break in my hand. Elemental makes wood very hard to break in my hand,'' Said a rhino-person. 
 
 From their responses, I really did n't learn anything. Maybe that we can breathe underwater and strengthen wood, but what the imp said did n't make any sense. 
 
 `` Are you going to stand there all day, or do you want to bring plates to customers?'' Said the owner of the shop I was standing outside. 
 
 This is how I got a job at Grackochi's shop bringing food from the kitchen to the tables. My family and I were known around town as elementals, so I did n't worry about being made a slave. 
 
 For some reason, my father was known as `` Ikoln the killer''. I guess he was tough back in the day. Now he just seems like a doting father. 
 
 Almost a year later, I had my first run-in with a slave dealer. He was a particularly nasty mosquito-person. 
 
 `` To table four!'' Said Grackochi as he handed me a plate of biclonian heart. A biclonian is basically a cow with horns like a rhino. 
 
 I took out the plate to the mosquito-person, and his slave received it. 
 
 `` Jazi,'' The slave owner commanded the young slave to his side. 
 
 `` Yes,'' The girl said, and picked up the biclonian heart in her hand, then held it out over the table in front of her master. 
 
 I retreated a few feet, then watched as the mosquito-person used his needle-like tongue to pierce the heart and suck blood from it. 
 
 `` Not very fresh,'' He said, then paused a few seconds. `` Definitely a few days old,'' 
 
 The slave owner pierced the heart again, but this time smiled more with his mouth below the needle. 
 
 `` Ah, this is the good blood,'' He said, and at the same time I could see the slave girl Jazi wincing. 
 
 `` Boy, to table two!'' Said Grackochi, holding a plate out to me. 
 
 As I delivered more plates I also watched the mosquito-person suck blood from the biclonian heart and occasionally Jazi's hand. I do n't know which was more disgusting, his face, the way he ate, or the fact a human was having their blood sucked like a milkshake right in front of my eyes. 
 
 In my previous world, I'd only seem something so horrific on the internet. 
 
 `` Hey, little human, are you curious about what's happening here?'' He asked me, just like an old pedo would as a child. 
 
 `` I just ca n't believe the way you're drinking blood from your slave while sitting there,'' I said to him. 
 
 `` If I drank from my slaves for every meal, they'd dry up and die!'' He said, and broke into a laugh. `` Humans are too slow to produce blood!'' 
 
 The misquito-person reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. Before I knew it, his needle was inside me... wow, that sounded bad. Before I knew it, he was drinking my blood. 
 
 `` You not drink his blood,'' Said a croc-person from the town. 
 
 `` Fast let go!'' Said a hedgehog-person. 
 
 The mosquito-person was from out of town, but everyone from in town knew why it was a bad idea to treat me like a lesser being. 
 
 But, even with their protest, I was still having my blood sucked. 
 
 `` I'll pay his owner, do n't mind it,'' The slave owner said, waving away patrons with his free hand. 
 
 `` You'll die,'' Said my father, suddenly appearing between myself and the mosquito-person. I did n't even see when my father's had struck through the mosquito-person's head, causing a thick stream of blood to burst out across the patio. 
 
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 *Sorry, I really meant to write something else when I started, but it turned into this. I saw it was n't really going anywhere, so I stopped here. I might do something more later. * 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

