Kaden Thornton
“You have imitation magic.”
“There is a traitor among the Founding Families.”
“They might be the one that killed your parents.”
I gasp.
When I open my eyes, I’m immediately blinded by the intensity of the beige light above me. Attempting to shield my eyes from the force, I begin to slowly adjust my vision and take in my surroundings. It seems I am in the hospital, but the eerie silence bothers me the most. There is too many things flooding my mind, causing a splitting headache to emerge.
Sifting through my mind, through the last memories. I’m getting flashes of marking Amethyst, losing control and then a stabbing pain initiating in my chest afterwards. Everything is still distorted, the image of Kyson next to Amethyst in front of me. That’s when I spiral,
