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.
Exclusive Mercenary
Silas was surprised to know that the rest of the family Pheobe mentioned who would be dining with them were all... kids.
It turned out that a few younger Regis's took care of the little ones while the adults were away.
Pheobe was the oldest among the older Regis's present there.
It amazed Silas how she could handle all these little ones who seemed unable to stay in one place for more than 10 seconds.
A nostalgic feeling overcame Silas while watching a couple of teenagers feed the little ones. He chuckled to himself after noticing how the little ones seemed to think their food was clay dough and found ways to creatively reinvent the food's appearance. The teenagers also became their tasters.
After a while, his attention shifted to Pheobe while she and two other male Regis in their teens rounded up a group of three to four years old children. This group of misfits took up spoons and forks as arms demanding to be let out of 'prison' to look for Kyran.