The Forsaken Heir

ear-old Kael stumbled over roots and fallen branches, his heart pounding like a war drum. He had only mea

ped his arms around himself. The last thing his mother had told him before he ran off

no mother. No fat

tching in his throat. A pair of glowing, silver eyes stare

r solid nor air. Kael braced himself, but instead of attacking, the wolf tilted its h

here... and yet, the el

ll old tales about warriors who wielded the power of fire,

surge of energy erupted through him-fire burned in his veins, water flowed thro

rything w