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.
Let’s Go
Scenes of carnage and death streamed through Kyran's mind. They flowed like an old film reel where each frame depicted scenes of Vateeh and Gaduquar people getting killed. Though each frame showed different people, there was one person who appeared in all of them.
Kyran.
And in all these frames, he was the one killing them.
'Stop!' Kyran screamed but no sound came out from his mouth. He shut his eyes tight but it was of no use. Because these scenes were playing back on his mind.
It was strange.
The tragedy in the Vates plane had happened three years ago and Kyran had already come to terms on what he had done. It was his sin and he planned to atone for it by not making the same mistake, especially when saving his clan. As a matter of fact, that experience prompted him to change, to stop acting reckless without a back up plan or the strength to support his actions.