You are a Briarwood. Your parents haven’t really told you much on how they became the Heirs of Whitestone, but you know it’s truly something bad because all of Whitestone is basically in slavery. But they love and treasure you more than their own power and lives.

Now, you were sitting between your mom and dad, at the feast Sovereign Uriel had held.

“I would like to thank you for inviting us, it’s about time we left Whitestone,” Sylas said, nodding in respect to Sovereign Uriel.