Dion POV
16 years ago….
The breeze is blowing through the trees, shaking the brilliant colored leaves and making many of them fall to the ground. All the colors are changing to bright reds and oranges, faded yellows and different shades of brown. The scent of them smelling sweet with early decay, and maybe the hint of something else that makes me feel content and restless at the same time. Even Conall is stirring with excitement at each breath I take on the Ettoreheart estate. The dried up piles of the leaves forming under each of the trees looked charming compared to his city life back in his own district, and Conall wished to leap into each and every one.
I, Dion Verlice, have just turned 18 and am finally starting to be trusted with more tasks, leading me towards being able to take
