Kael stormed into the library the next morning, determined to get answers. He found Eiran seated at a large table, surrounded by old books and scrolls, looking more like a scholar than a mage capable of breaking a powerful curse.
"We need to talk," Kael said, his voice cold.Eiran looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I assume this isn't about the curse."
Kael crossed his arms. "Who are you really? And why should I trust you?"
Eiran sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "I knew this was coming. What did you hear? That I'm a spy? A rogue mage?"Kael didn't respond, but his silence was answer enough.
"I'm neither," Eiran said quietly. "I was exiled from the Mage Council, yes, but not for the reasons you think. I broke their laws because I was searching for something—a way to break the curse on your family. I've been studying it for years, Kael. Long before I came here."
"Why?" Kael asked, suspicion still thick in his voice."Because it's tied to something I'm looking for. Something I lost," Eiran replied, his voice softening.
"The curse on your bloodline is ancient, older than any kingdom in Eldoria. It's not just a spell—it's a lock. And I need to break it to find what I've been searching for."Kael frowned.
"What are you searching for?"Eiran hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Someone."For the first time, Kael saw something in Eiran's eyes that wasn't guarded—pain.
Whoever Eiran was looking for, it was personal. Deeply personal.Kael sat down across from him. "Tell me everything."