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's words seemed to have gotten a response from Stella as her eyes suddenly cleared and widen in trepidation.
"I... I..." She stammered, placing a hand on her head as if suddenly confused at something.
Kyran heaved a sigh and closed his eyes.
After the things he experienced in the Tower of Tribulations, he learned how to control and hide his emotions. But somehow, he was unable to do so the moment Stella mentioned 'that person.'
Who else did she mean but Cyneah?
That got Kyran riled up at once. He did not even notice Stella telling him the identity of the Spirit that spoke to him in the cottage was the Queen of the Faes.