“What did you do to me earlier, with the soldiers and all?” Kylon glanced over at Luciack as they sat around the fire. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
“A little magic is all. Nothing harmful, I promise,” He flexed his fingers as he looked at his hands.
“Luciack magic is illegal,” Kylon bristled, eyes widening.
“It shouldn’t be, though. Magic isn’t bad, if put in the right hands. Magic is necessary.”
“The Empire makes laws for a reason. For the safety of the people. You’re a Prince, you of all people should know that,” Kylon stared incredulously at him.
“And what about you? What you have is magic. You seemed fine tearing those guards apart like a beast. What makes it any different?” Luciack questioned, crossing his arms.
“What I have is a curse. I can’t always control it. That’s not like any magic I’ve heard of.”