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.
A Moment's Rest
"Nar?"
Cyneah's voice brought Kyran out of his reverie. As he looked at her he put aside all of his thoughts to make she would not notice anything.
Yes, Cyneah could not see, but as far as Kyran was concerned, she had ways to know what other people were thinking, or even feeling. He noticed that part of her from the few days they had lived under one roof.
It was because of this reason that as much as possible, Kyran tried not to think about his worries when she was around her. Doing so was not hard when he was around her, though. If he had to be honest, it was too easy for him to forget his worries when he was around her. He felt more at peace when she was around.
Kyran believed it had something to do with her magic. Or maybe it was an innate ability she possessed that they had not fully explored yet. Even his Void magic deemed Cyneah's magic or ability if it was the latter, harmless because it never tried to counter.