"The past haunts you, flowing through your veins like water..."
Cyris Castellan is a young man with water magic and royal blood. When he was a child, his home was attacked and destroyed by gruesome magic users. They killed his family, orphaning Cyri...
I'll never forget that morning... I knew it was too quiet. I went looking for my father frantically, crossing the threshold of the spell he had cast; the enchantment kept us hidden in the open woods, in case the Trillium Regime came. I finally spotted his body a few yards away, lying motionless on the ground. I ran to him as fast as I could and dove to his side. I hastily inspected him to see if he was still alive. He coughed weakly, and small lines of blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
He wasn't physically injured so... it must have been some kind of dark magic-the Trillium must have been here! I held him in my arms as he continued to breath heavily and gaze at me.
"Keep going. And don't look back, my son," he whispered.
I just couldn't... not after my mother and twin sister, losing my father would destroy me. Before I could yell for Farryn, I heard her approach with a booming cry of anguish. She shifted and knelt beside us with tears streaming down her face.
"Farryn, please! Is there anything you can do?! If I lose him..." I begged.
She couldn't even form words, all she managed was a sorrowful look, and shook her head at me.
"Both of you... promise me... yo-you'll take care of eac-each other," my father breathed.
Farryn and I sniffled at the same time. "We promise."
My father caressed my cheek, and closed his eyes, seemingly at peace with his death. He took his final breath, and I lost it. I screamed into the air, then laid him down as I sobbed into his chest. I felt Farryn's arms cradle around me, which made me cry harder. It was happening all over again, and just like before there was nothing I could do. I was useless! I had lost another loved one... and now, what was I supposed to do?
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I meant what I said: losing my father would destroy me. And it did. It had been six years since my father died and I was still a mess. But I was focused too. I would avenge my family, I swore to myself that I would, and... one day, my time would come. As the thought of vengeance crossed my mind, I heard a familiar whooshing sound and seconds later, Farryn was standing next to me in her human form.
"Silverport isn't too far from here," she told me. "We should go there and maybe get some supplies."
I nodded. We were running low on rations and we needed to plan our next move. Going into cities was always risky. The Trillium Regime could be anywhere and they weren't exactly the nicest people in the world. They'd been hunting me for eighteen years now. But Farryn and I needed to replenish our supplies and figure out where we were going to go next.
The two of us walked through the woods, hoping to get to Silverport before sunset. Night was always dangerous here, because at night, you were more likely to run into unwanted trouble. The cool air swirled around us as we walked, and I wrapped my coat around me, trying to keep warm.
