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.
"This plane needs you," Kyran replied almost at once.
Stella smiled bitterly. She knew he would not agree to take her along. And though his answer sounded like an excuse, it was also correct.
All those who could read the book of Ancient Magic would understand what Kyran meant.
The rumor that the Human plane is a remnant of the Land of the Ancients is true.
There were records that mentioned the Land of the Ancients was also known as the Land of the Beginnings and was situation between the Lower and the Higher Realms. However, something happened that caused the land to fall apart. And most of its land turned to ashes because the essence that kept it in tact was gone.
But there was one piece of land that managed to remain in tact because it was able to preserve its essence.