Kylar, a street urchin, gets caught up in politics and magic he knows little about when one king with a higher purpose recognizes a different kind of magic in him. -- Run. Just run. He did just that right now. He ran as fast as he possibly could and it still wasn't enough. The footsteps behind him were getting louder and louder by the second and he was ready to collapse on the rooftops he was so tired. Something hit his shoulder and he felt it go numb almost instantly. 'Poison. They're using poison on me.'