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.
Arena
[They have hidden their presence well but failed to conceal their killing intent.]
Shaiha told Kyran as they drew closer to where the Solis representatives were lying in wait.
'I was beginning to think you'd taken a vow of silence,' Kyran teased, noting Shaiha's uncharacteristic quiet during Ladon's interrogation.
[Humph. I remained silent only because there was nothing to say. Besides, I disapprove of you revealing things to those two dragons.]
'It can't be helped. The Ancients said far too much, and those two are not stupid, especially Ladon. He gleaned many things from everything those guys had said and came up with the conclusion himself.'
[You could have denied everything.]
'...'
[What? It's not like there is concrete evidence to support what the Ancients had claimed.]