Legacy of the Dark Sage
When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
Abandoned
Kyran made a makeshift stand to place the clay pot, where he transferred the preserved soup. The clay pot was one of the things his uncle Jared included in his pouch. He also sliced off some of the extra meat he took from the Theihorns and placed them on a stick to roast it. Of course, he already confirmed that Theihorn's flesh was not poisoned and was edible before roasting it.
He remembered that their meat was rich in nutrients that could help heal wounds faster.
Glancing at the girl at the corner who was obediently waiting for the food, Kyran could not help but frown slightly.
Now that there was enough light in the small space, he finally got a better look at the girl's condition.
Her clothes were white-now stained from all kinds of dirt- short-sleeve made in very thin material. It had small patches that seemed to come from repeated mending. Her pants were dark and also had patches here and there.