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.
Acquisition (3)
Nachum sighed and shook his head sadly. He did not understand what Cyneah meant about 'the ugly side of herself,' but whatever it was, it greatly affected her heart and emotional state.
"Sisi," Nachum started after a short pause. "Don't you think you are giving Nar too little credit? He went through all the trouble of coming here. He defended the borders, taught us how better to utilize our strong suits, solved issues in the border that we deemed almost impossible to solve, and even endured sneak attacks from outsiders, all because you are here— because he did not want you to be exposed to further danger. Do you think he will change his opinion of you just because of one flaw?"
Cyneah remained silent. She understood the Abbot's point, but he could only say those things because he was unaware of her flaw. But before she wallowed in self-pity, her brows furrowed as she recalled what the Abbot had just said.