In a world of magic and dragons, there was chaos until seven nations rose. They kept the world peaceful and in turn, the gods gave each of the leading families a gift. They called it the heirlooms, due to it being passed down through generations.
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There were two things that were certain in Zale Whitbane's life. One- he was never going to see his father again. Two- he held an incredibly dangerous form of magic inside of him. At first glance, he appeared to be harmless, perhaps even innocent, but Zale was probably as far from that as you could find in the seven nations. Inside him lived a demon in the form of a flame. His ma called it a blessing, he thought of it as a curse, a burden.
He found it hard to control it, which was where living in the outskirts was a benefit, however much he hated the narrow winding streets and precariously placed buildings of the slums in which he shared a singular room with his ma and sister, Kehsi. The outskirts were a fair way away from the palace which was ideal for the boy who was hiding his powers from the world. The only downfall of their location was the long walk to his workplace which was within the city walls. He helped in the stables, taking care of the vast array of horses which the royals owned.
He loved his work. He enjoyed the quiet intelligence of the creatures and their patience. He much preferred them to actual people. He was on his way there, his small smile evidently because of the thought of another day with his best friends. As he came out of the slums, his smile turned into a grin. The incredible architecture of the city centre never failed to awe him with the tall stone buildings and large windows. Even the smallest of details were though of as intricate carvings made their way around each of the dark buildings. There was a small bakery at one of the street corners. The exact street he turned out to walk down on his way to work.
His stomach let out a small grumble and the boy took it as his cue to swagger over to the bakery. As he came up to the front door he stumbled and bumped into a strict looking man who appeared to have a lot of money. The boy apologised profusely before making his way into the shop, grinning as he unfurled his hand to reveal the handful of coins he had slipped out of the gentleman's pocket, that would be enough to feed his family for a few days if he was careful.
He greeted the man at the counter. The elderly man had been here since he was a young boy, his hair slowly greying and his eyes starting to wrinkle at the corners yet no matter how old he grew, his smile always stayed the same. No one really knew the man's name; he was just known as the man from the bakery.
Walking out, Zale took a bite from his pastry. It was as good as ever. He carried on through the streets, dodging the many people, horses and animals that made their way around, the cobbled road rough under his feet. He jogged slightly as he passed the clock tower, noticing that he did not have much time to get to work, not to mention the eerie feeling that practically oozed out of the tall structure.
He turned right at the crossroads and finally found himself in front of the looming outer walls of the castle. He made his way over to the large gateway through which all of the castle staff walked to get to work each day. It was tall and was made out of a pale stone. The wrought iron gate was raised for now, but Zale knew that soon it would lower, and only open again once the day was over. As he walked through, he heard the roar of the dragons. He looked up to see a singular dragon making its way over the castle. they were large beasts but were dwarfs compared to this large, black monster- the king's dragon.
