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.
Kyran took residence in one of the smaller training rooms at the training ground building. Stella did not assign the room to him, but it became automatic because he stayed there most of his time.
Although Stella told him several times that she had a room prepared for him at the main tower, he refused to leave the training room. When Stella offered to transfer at least a bed for him to sleep on, he rejected the idea and just told her he would be fine on his own.
Fearing that Kyran would get annoyed at her meddling, Stella did not insist and let him be.
While Kyran was making his last preparations early that morning, Avrum and Emery dropped by and gave him the items he requested for his trip.
They could give all the items much earlier, but Malia decided to provide newly concocted potions and pills for him. This way, its medicinal effect would be easier to absorb.