A day passed since Morgan’s conversation with Emmer and he was feeling a lot better. The brothers had been helping Seras to decorate the castle’s backyard for their little New Year celebration. With the winter so close, the afternoons were getting colder and colder, so they used an extra layer of clothes. Understandably, everyone else in the castle was busy …

Morgan wasn’t having a good day. Things weren’t going wrong with Emmer but the opposite. Because they came from the same mould, Morgan expected his brother to be awkward around their relatives. Instead, Emmer’s more social personality made its magic and in about three days he had adapted magnificently to Onder. Maybe a bit too much for his liking. His …

That night, Morgan dreamt about the first time his father took him to hunt when he was ten years old. They were accompanied by a pair of hunters and his older brother, Emmer. Morgan made his best effort to act enthusiastic but everyone could see through his facade. Only his brother commented about it, “Nervous?” He nodded. “It is okay. …

Morgan’s life changed for the first time when he was only eleven years old. “You are my second son. You won’t be my heir, but you will still be of benefit to our family.” Despite how young he was, Elvran talked to Morgan as if he was one of his soldiers. “Join House Basthed, grow strong, and be their sword. …

For most people, the Cardinal Heroes represented unreachable figures. Almost god-like. Fantasy. Morgan knew better. He and his cousins were related to two of them. Instead of bothering him, the legend of the Silver Eyes secretly amused him. People had embellished the story so much, it was ridiculous. Especially in his father’s case. People called Lord Elvran Selbair the Blood-Hawk, and …

There was a famous tale in the human country of Oman; the legend of the Silver Eyes. It started with the disappearance of various citizens from its capital, Oris; all the investigations looking for their whereabouts resulted in nothing, so the situation was promptly ignored. However, one day, all interactions between Oris and the neighbour cities just ceased. After weeks …

As the horses halted, the young Morgan Selbair got down of the carriage. He looked at the castle looming over him, before a blond-haired boy approached, his expression friendly yet mischievous. “Are you Morgan?” asked the boy. According to what his mother told him, he had to be Bertrand, older child and heir of House Basthed. His cousin. ”Father told me you know …