Hi, I'm the author, I just wanted to say Merry Christmas to all of you and I apologize for the delay in the release of the chapters, this is due to work. Thanks
Flames were devouring the peaceful village of Candell. Shyn, a boy barely seven years old, ran blindly among the burning houses, the smell of burning wood and roasting meat piercing his nostrils. The sky, once blue and serene, was now a patch of angry red. He had arrived too late. His home, the only place he had ever known, was now a pile of ashes.
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