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.
I Never Really Mentioned What My Magic Is, Did I?
Whether it was a good start, nothing happened in the duration that Kyran had rested.
Nahir and the others managed the rest of the things that needed attending themselves. Although Gidan complained a lot, saying Kyran should have helped out since he was the one who got them in this mess, he never really cared much. Besides, all of them agreed that he needed a well-deserved rest after everything he did.
As for Cyneah's condition, the Abbot could not hide it from the others anymore and eventually told them Kyran found her in a not-so-good condition and had to rest.
When Nahir heard this, he flared up, reminding his father that he was Cyneah's fiancé and deserved to know of such things as soon as possible.
The Abbot did not try to refute because he had a point.