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.
Cyneah was slightly taken aback at Nolan's words.
'Three years? So it has only been three years since I left the Human plane?'
"Don't speak to her in that manner," Kyran reprimanded Nolan, his frown deepening at the latter's crude language. Despite missing Nolan's rough ways, he was not willing to let him treat Cyneah the same way.
D*mn.
Did he just think he missed this foul-mouthed uncle of his? It was best not to say that... no, he should forget he even thought that.
In any case...