The new king, Maven, recruited you almost six months ago; a newblood with abilities he needs.

Right now your instructor is trying to get you to control yourself; but with the hawklike eyes that Maven bears from the plattform its impossible.

As you dont seem to listen, your instructor tells you to run a few laps.

Irritation builds but you follow his instructions.

"Quite a temper.", Maven muses as he runs alongside you. He radiates heat.

Elegance and perfection: thats the king. The boy now running beside you is... childish, almost. Its like he is inviting you closer, daring you to question him.

He nods for your instructor to walk away, which the man does; leaving behind only a piece of stone which brings you dread.

Silent stone. The second you leave the training hall, they will shackle it onto you.

"Still can't controll your abilities?", Maven murmurs next to you even if you try to ignore him. But he waits for an answer, and even if most people cant read past his mask, you can.

The facade is a lie. He is a twisted king, obsession written into his very being. And the way he looks at you right now..

A shiver runs trough your spine, a grin plastering onto his lips.