A loud crash attracted the attention of Bryson as he was moving across the main hall. Yelling could be heard soon after that. Byron looking out of a window saw the source of the commotion. His eldest sister twelve-year-old Viola, stood before the coffee haired maid from a few days ago on top a patio, screaming at her. Bryson noticed …

Bryson walked through the halls of the mansion noticing a maid with coffee coloured hair who was busy dusting the paintings on the other end of the hallway. Bryson could see while she was dusting the portraits that on her wrist was a cheap looking bracelet. Emerging from the corner was Duchess Coldwater walking past her. “Oh, um, Duchess Coldwater.” …

It had been a few weeks since Bryson had received the scroll from the robed figure. Over this period of time, he had a few more vision issues and headaches, but recently it seemed to have subsided. What’s more was the scroll he got. At first all Bryson could see was that it had some sort of magical text on …

Bryson moved across the streets back towards the direction of the limousine when a small commotion attracted his attention. Heading towards it he witnessed a small crowd of kids, all a bit older than he was gathered about. To Bryson’s surprise, or perhaps lack there off, the one causing the commotion was his ten-year-old brother Gilles. Gilles was surrounded by …

As the robed figure watched Bryson leave the room, the robed cleaned up the tea set for a while. After some time, the robed figure collapsed onto the floor and curled into a ball, screaming silently. Plume of light and flower petals appeared in the middle of the house. Zarall, the god of guidance appeared in the middle of the …

Inside the shop that Bryson entered was dusty and poorly kept. Cobwebs and layers of dust covered almost everywhere. The table and floor were covered with junk, Bryson could barely move without stepping on something. The two guards quickly entered behind him. Despite all the clutter and mess Bryson could see that through all the dust this place was magical. …

The three Coldwater sons stood in front of there father inside his office. Gareth, Bryson, and the middle child Gilles, who had silver hair and violet eyes simply stood looked at their father, Gilles was big for a ten-year-old. Duke Alexander Coldwater was currently filling out paperwork, with their head butler, Phillip, standing at attention on the side.    No …

It had been seven years since Bryson Colin Coldwater with coal black hair and dark eyes was first found from the crater in the ground. According to his parents he was apparently born from a shooting star that landed into their back garden. There was even an indentation underneath a maple tree that had been left alone to prove it. …

Lightning cracked through the dark clouds of the night sky, thunder boomed seconds later. Freezing rain poured down relentlessly onto the garden below. The full moon’s glow was masked by the large clouds of the storm, the land being covered in darkness. The darkness enveloped everything, save for a few glowing embers around a small crater underneath a large maple …