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.
My Name Is Not You
Tarrin was a small town with less than 600 population. With only this many people, there were no big stores or concrete houses around. And what little establishments that could be seen were made of wood. Even the streets were bare and underdeveloped.
On a typical day, these streets were deserted. Few were seen, and even at that time, these people did not stay out long. However, today, it was buzzing with people dressed in leather or heavy armor, with weapons sticking at their backs or sides. Others were leading a horse that was pulling a cart full of merchandise. These people were wandering merchants. After they saw many hunters were going to Tarrin, they also followed. Some of them had already put up a make-shift stall and had started selling. They were selling all sorts of things, from foods, potions, weapons, or armor. There were even those who were buying and selling rare forest beast parts.