Darian exhaled from his mouth. The temptation to see what was inside the scroll was overwhelming at the moment. But, was it right? Will it not put more people in trouble? Darian fingered his red ring. He remembered the former color. He also remembered when his mother had given it to him. That was the last day he had seen her. And then, she had made him make her some promises. She died to keep his identity a secret.
Darian wanted to cry, but he could not find the tears. He did not just feel pain, he also felt the lust for vengeance, and the guilt of his parents' blood on his hands. They had gone because of him, and he was to blame. He quickly hid the scroll in his bag. Darian rose to his feet and walked towards the window. He was not looking at the moon or landscape. He just wanted to thin
