Kai.
I knew it was a dream.
The air was too crisp and the sky was so blue in the same color as my eyes. The scent of pine and fresh cut grass carried a softness that didn’t exist in the real world anymore.
But still, I remembered this day like it was yesterday, I stood there, smaller and lighter and no more than seven years old. I was holding a wooden bow nearly the size of my torso and a wooden arrow in my hands.
The training yard was spread before me, grass trimmed as it had always been back then. The target sat in front of the yard, painted circles waiting to be pierced by a perfect shot.
And beside me, towering at almost twice my size was Noah Blackthorn.
My brother.
Fourteen at that time, his face was still boyish, but he already looked like a mirror of our father. The s
