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.
Hearing Anette's voice, Nolan almost jumped out of bed. However, a firm hand grabbed his shoulder preventing him from making any movements.
"You have some explaining to do," she hissed in an almost inaudible voice while slowly getting up from the bed.
Cold sweat run down Nolan's back. He did not reply and instead gave a short nod in acknowledgement.
Kyran looked at the woman. Judging from her face, she was probably in her early or mid-forties, which would make her around the same age as his mother. She had an unusual dark violet color hair that did not reach her shoulders and her green eyes were of the same shade as emerald. He recalled her name as Anette and from Gage's short introduction of her, she was the one who cured him when he got poisoned. She also appeared to be Nolan's friend.
'And she knew my father,' Kyran thought recalling her reaction after he removed his mask earlier.