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.
The King’s Lament (4)
Dusk also sensed it and his expression darkened. He looked at Kyran and gestured for him to stay quiet.
Kyran need not telling though. He knew how troublesome it would get if they were found and a fight broke out between them. So far the movements he sensed came from one spot, meaning there was only one being outside. But that did not mean it was alone. That being's companions might be scattered around the forest.
Outside, a red mist crept toward the ancient tree. From a distance, a woman in a red tight-fitting dress, that matched the red veil hiding its face looked at the massive tree with narrowed eyes.
"I know you're there," the woman drawled and a mischievous smile could be seen vaguely under her veil. "Come out here and I might spare your life."