When you were a small infant, your father’s village attacked yours. Both of your real parents brutally murdered. He found you in the rubble of burned wood. Jace Northclif.

Three days after your 14th birthday. Today. The woman who lived next door told you what happened. H-He killed your parents? You knew you didn’t fit in anyway…because of your silver blood kids in this village treated you differently. Because you could make small objects float. He lied, the man you called your dad.

“Kiddo! I’m sorry!” He shouts