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.
Wanting To... (3)
The hair at the back of their necks of the two mages stood on ends as they sensed the intimidating stares coming from everyone inside the room as they scrutinized the three people behind them.
Although they were not on the receiving end of the council's scrutiny, the pressure coming from them was enough to humble them. They immediately stepped aside to allow the three to enter and take on the full scrutiny of the council.
As they stepped aside, they observed the expressions on the three faces. To their dismay, they saw that none of the three were affected by the council's scrutinizing stares. Not wanting to stay inside any further, the two retreated out of the room and closed the doors.
Anshel was seated on a high-back chair at the head of the long rectangular table. He was already aware of Euan's arrival with Cyneah and Kyran and appeared somewhat relieved at their presence.