Darien stood in the center of the guest room, his body physically shielding Amara, though his mind was miles away, racing through a thousand years of jagged, fire-etched memories. From his perspective, seeing his parents wasn't just a surprise. He felt like a boy again, standing on the obsidian cliffs of the Ancestral Seat, waiting for the wind to change.
Sirion Dravik and Feralia Dravik.
