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.
Aftermath (1)
'Please don't blame her....'
Kyran heard a distant voice echo throughout the darkness.
'... I made my choice....'
'Who...?' He tried to speak but heard no sound come out of his mouth.
Still, he might have wanted to know who was speaking, but the truth, he found the voice familiar.
'I'm sorry, Nar.'
When Kyran heard that name, his chest constricted, and a familiar irksome emotion came over him.
'It seems... I can no longer impose on that reward...'
'Reward? What reward...?' Kyran asked, though he knew it was futile because his voice would not come out.
'I had really hoped to see you at least once...'
Suddenly, a blinding light filled Kyran's perspective as several scenes overlapped before his mind's eye.
There was a scene of a shabby girl in the cave trying to claw through a cave's wall, looking like a squirming worm.
Another scene showed the same girl, half-naked, with a body full of festering wounds.