Connor Pallitan isn't normal, he's known that since the day he was born. Left alone in the woods, cloaked in protective fire, its a wonder the boy survived for a year. But eighteen? A miracle.
But then, all hell breaks loose, and it's up to Conner t...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Felix stared down at Emile who had fallen asleep on Felix's bed after they arrived at his home. A nicely sized house with two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, and kitchen, beautifully made and painted and far away from anyone else in Iqwrath, which was just how he liked it.
And his new friends seemed to appreciate it too. Gracyn and Bex had made themselves comfortable in the living room in front of a fire, warming themselves up from the rain, and Connor fell asleep on the couch. And after he'd warmed up, Gracyn fell asleep leaning against that couch, while Bex fell asleep in front of the dying fire. But Felix never left Emile's side.
Felix hadn't seen Emile so depleted since their first introduction, his magic almost completely depleted and his hands shackled as royal guards practically dragged him in front of the royal court, who looked at him with great displeasure. Emile had been charged with the murder of a young woman, Gale Müller, the local patrol woman. She had been completely disarmed and was bleeding profusely, with Emile hunched over her, a bright, golden glow shimmering just above her wound, his hands bloodied.
They didn't give Emile a chance to explain himself before they pulled their blades on him.
The mage had surrounded himself in a shield as the soldiers surrounded him, banging against the gold dome that shielded him from their bloodthirsty swords. And with a simple slash of his arm, the dome exploded, sending the soldiers flying onto their backs and into trees, and Emile attempted to make a break for it, only to have a dagger thrown into his shoulder. He fell, and was taken prisoner for a murder he swore he didn't commit.
"I was trying to help her, you have to believe me!" He attempted to say, attempting to ignore the stinging pain of his bleeding wound, and the aching feeling of depleted magic. When asked why he was so weak, he said he had been trying to heal her for hours. But they ignored his explanation and instead claimed that he had fought Gale Müller, and because she fought so hard, he had depleted himself of magic.
Felix attended the entire trial, wanting to hear the verdict as soon as it escaped the king's mouth. And when it did, for some odd reason, he felt displeased. Guilty of the murder of Gale Müller, newly recruited member of Iqwrath's patrol squad. Only eighteen years old when she died.
"How is this justice!?" Someone objected amongst the court, sending all eyes flying and voices chattering with disbelief, "this man hasn't he allowed to mutter a word in his defense without being seen as a fool! All of your evidence would be nonexistent if he wasn't a mage!" He accused, only to be shackled like the prisoner and led out of the courtroom with great force.
Felix looked back at Emile as he stood beside the royal court, standing in a small box, two guards holding him by his elbows. His face was painted with sorrow, and Felix swore he saw a tear escape through his eyelids before they led him down the hall of the courtroom and through the large wooden doors. The doors seemed to slam shut and echo throughout the room with a great boom!
