The Nameless Heir

Kael sat in Headmaster Callius’s office, arms crossed, as everyone stared at him like he’d just crawled out of the Underworld. To be fair, maybe he had.

The room was frozen after the whole orb-turning-pitch-black incident. Orion stood stiff, his hand hovering near his sword. Selene had that smug, unreadable smirk—like she was waiting for a punchline. And Callius? She just looked as though she regretted every life choice that had led to this moment.

They began to throw their own at him instead of responding to his questions.

"Where did you get that creature?" Callius asked, her sharp gaze locked onto Cyrus, still curled lazily around Kael’s shoulders.

Kael frowned, scratching under his tiny chin. "Cyrus? I didn’t ’get’ him. He’s always been with me."

Orion’s golden eyes narrowed. "Since when?"

Kael hesitated.

They were watching him too closely, like his answer actually mattered.

"He has always been with me, ever since I was young; but, I’m not sure about where he came from. He has always looking out for me. Protecting me."

He shrugged, but the words felt heavier than he expected.