The boy was small, he looked to be not older than seven years old with blonde locks that were covered in dark brown stains and blue eyes that drew you in. His face was filled with mud and so were his tattered clothing, blood stains here and there. He was trembling by Mage's side as ushered the two inside the kitchen.

I could feel his magic pouring through, it was gentle pure even. "Thank you both, you can leave now," I say and Faran looks at me as if he's thinking twice about leaving me alone. he wasn't too trusting what shifters, no elf was. In the end, he left...