|Early 1200s|
“I cannot control my powers!” Cyrus screamed pushing forward his hands as flames erupted from them and caught the curtains of their palace on fire.
There was a cold splash of water soon after and the fire was contained as a woman with striking blue eyes and platinum hair turned around and looked at Cyrus with disappointment, “Lucas gave us what we wanted and now it is high time that you learn how to use your magic, Cyrus.” She snapped icily at him.
Cyrus’ eyes were the blazing color of blue fire, ready to vaporize the world with the stroke of his wrist when he turned around to look at her, “you don’t understand, Amara! I did not have our mother to teach me about the magic running through my veins as you all did. And now that Lucas’ powers are combined with my own, it is
