"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...
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Vasia (vah-sia): snowflake
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I found myself back in the woods, and a scream of terror pierced through the air. I rushed through the woods to see what was happening and saw that same family from before, a couple with their three children.
"Ilaria, take the children and run," the man told his wife. Ilaria began to protest but eventually obeyed. I moved to chase after Ilaria and her three children, but my legs wouldn't move. So instead I watched as the man was surrounded by the mysterious cloaked figures that had attacked his family.
"It appears you've run out of time, Marco," one of the figures stated. "I'll give you one last chance to surrender."
"I'll never surrender to the likes of you Odon," Marco replied. He and Odon circled each other tactfully and then began blasting each other. Different coloured beams of light clashed together, lighting up the sky. But in the end, Odon was too strong for Marco. He blasted Marco into a tree and stalked over to him.
"Don't worry, Marco, you'll be with your family soon enough and I promise to make their deaths quick and relatively painless," Odon replied. His hand glowed black and he placed it on Marco's shoulder. Marco screamed in agony as Odon's magic burned, and eventually he succumbed to his pain and fell unconscious.
"Marco Aster is dead," Odon smirked. "Looks like I win."
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I gasped and sat up in bed in shock. Another one of those weird dreams. Who was that man? Why was I dreaming about him and his family? I didn't have answers to these questions and part of me wanted to know. I heard a soft groan and realized that I'd woken up Cyris.
"Rose... what's wrong?" he murmured as he sat up.
"I don't know," I admitted. "I just... I keep having this weird dream."
"What was the dream about?"
"A family of five being murdered by a bunch of people in dark cloaks."
"Dark cloaks?" Cyris voiced, sounding more alert than before. "Did the people in the dark cloaks use dark magic?"
"The leader had a glowing back hand and when he touched the father of the family, he died," I recalled. "I think... I think the leader's name was Odon and the father's name was Marco."
"Odon!" Cyris hopped out of bed, his power surged, and his eyes grew dark. Very dark.
"Hey... look at me," I coaxed, wanting to calm him down. He obeyed. I knelt on the bed in front of him and leaned up, touching his cheeks with both hands. It seemed to soothe him. "Whoever this Odon guy is, we'll face him together."
