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.
Trap (2)
Kyran pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and frowned when he saw the two ladies about to leave the chamber.
"You're not really serious about going out there to heal the wounded, right?" He called out to them before Stella could fully activate the teleportation array.
With a slight pout, Cyneah turned toward the direction where she sensed where Kyran was standing, then she said, "Why can't I?"
Instead of answering Kyran looked at Stella again.
"What did you tell her exactly?"
This time, he did not bother to talk to her telepathically. If Cyneah was aware of the situation, then there was no point in keeping it from her.
"As I told you, what she needs to know," Stella replied with a smile.
"She told me the things you kept from me," Cyneah chimed in, sounding a little indignant.
Kyran sighed, "Can you just tell me the specifics? I don't read minds."