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.
[Do you find me useless now that you have a powerful human by your side?]
Zephyr continued to pester Kyran.
Kyran shook his head.
'No. I don't have a fix destination once I leave. I might end up entering a very dangerous plane and would not be able to look after—.'
[You could use a better excuse than that.]
Zephyr cut him off with a snort. His glare hardened further.
[I'm your Sigil. What's the point of looking after your own Sigil? If you found me useless, discard me. Use me as a meatshield and escape. That's the real use of a Sigil.]
Kyran frowned at Zephyr's depiction of a Sigil. Nevertheless, he could not refute it because the Dragon King taught the use of Sigils to the Regis Clan. Zephyr's depiction might very well be the truth of the Sigil's existence.
Sensing Kyran's conflicted emotions, Zephyr's expression softened. He then added.