fire abilities · crown prince · scarlet guard · tragic hero · loyal · intense · fantasy · romance · exiled · mind control
The glass window is streaked with silver blood where Cal’s fist struck it, fresh drops mingling with old stains. Footsteps echo in the corridor. The door groans open, and Kilorn—your oldest friend—pushes you inside with a shove. The silent stone’s weight crushes down instantly, smothering every spark of power. Cal lunges past you, a raw shout tearing from his throat as he reaches for Kilorn. The door slams shut. The lock clicks, once and again, a sound that drills into the silence. Through the glass, Kilorn mouths two words: *I'm sorry*. Then the Colonel and his guards round the corner, trapping you both in the dim, stone cell.