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.
Anette
Kyran stirred in his sleep.
He slowly opened his eyes, and a sweet smell assaulted his senses. His brow creased a little at the unfamiliar scent.
As his eyes finally returned their focus, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling. He realized the ceiling was part of a big bed he was currently on.
'Where...?'
He propped an arm to his side and tried to sit.
"Good morning."
A voice of a female greeted him from his side.
He turned his head slightly and saw a beautiful woman with flowing long blonde hair and light blue eyes dressed in a white silk long dress, smiling at him.
She had one hand propped on her head as she lay beside him on the bed.
Kyran stared at her blankly.
'Who...?' He wondered with a slight frown.
He paused to remember her name, and slowly all that had happened came back to him.
'That's right. Stella. I guess I passed out,' he finally remembered.
"How long was I out?" He asked.
Stella almost fell.