Lessyr

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.

Legacy of the Dark Sage

"Oh I get it. Sisi is Neah, what a cute petname," Nolan said emphasizing Cyneah's 'nickname' then her 'petname' given by Kyran.

Kyran decided to gnore him. But inwardly he was cursing at himself. He just hoped Nolan would not be so childish as to tease him with Cyneah around. This, of course, was wishful thinking given Nolan's character. In any case, Kyran did not want to make Cyneah feel awkward. She did not even know he took the liberty of calling her that way.

Come to think of it, the Cyneah in Kyran's illusion had been too real. With this in mind, he looked at Anette and asked, "How is she?"

Nolan snickered on the side while Anette answered, still wearing a knowing smile, "She seemed to have experienced a trance right after sensing you are in danger. She has fallen asleep before we left."

Prelude (2)