He was a curse breaker, a spell cleaver, and shape shifter. Being the high lord of day court, his dark tanned skin seemed to gleam with some sort of inner light. He was kind and caring when there was need. But knew when to be cold and ruthless. Like when people breached into places they were not supposed to. Meallan, his black majestic Pegasus, fluttered its majestic wings as Helion approached her near the river.

"You aren't supposed to be here." His voice. It was like knives tucked in silk.