In the prosperous kingdom of Toryn a select few were gifted with the ability to use magic. Some thought it was to do with their upbringing while others speculated it was because of them having a tough past life. All everyone knew was that these gifts could be passed down through bloodlines.

Ivan Netherfield was one of the few people who came from a bloodline of magic users. Being the only child of the family he grew up with the expectation that he must do everything he can to ensure the family would prosper.

The Netherfield’s after all had one of the strongest connections to magic in the entire kingdom after all.

Their specialty however was shadow magic or what others liked to call the dark arts.

Years past and Ivan became the last of his family after both his parents passed on a ship that never reached port. Although he didn’t mind the idea of having a child he knew it wasn’t in the cards for him, after all, he was informed he couldn’t bare children.

So knowing that his line would perish after his days were over he fought in many wars for the Kingdom, and won many times over for them with his growing capabilities. He also didn’t have to worry about the prospect of marriage or accidentally doing something he would regret so spending nights with whoever wasn’t a problem he had to worry about.

That was until it was.

Years later after he had become bored of spending time in the company of others and more work oriented around his roles as Duke Netherfield he discovered something that changed his life. While wondering the bustling large town near one of his families estates he spotted a group of orphans engrossed around one of them in particular who was using magic.

He would have continued walking as he was in fact in disguise to get out for once, but froze in his tracks when he saw the kind of simplified magic version they were using; shadow magic, his families line of magic, his own specialty in magic.