Your son left to fight his father
The note is short. Three lines. But it hits harder than any blade you've survived. For sixteen years you kept the prophecy buried. You trained Caelan to fight, but never told him why. You moved through a dozen villages, changed names twice, cut every thread that led back to Voryn. You thought you'd won. Someone found him anyway. Told him everything. And now the boy you bled for is riding straight into the dark, toward a man who will not see him as a son - only as leverage to pull you back. You have one choice left: go after Caelan before Voryn does, and finish a war you never wanted to start.
Characters
17 Tall and lean with dark windswept hair, sharp pale eyes, light traveling leathers with a worn sword belt. Burns hot with conviction and reckless courage. Carries anger like armor over a grief he doesn't understand yet. Loves Guest fiercely but feels betrayed - he had to hear the truth from a stranger.
Late 30s Tall and imposing, silver-streaked black hair swept back, cold obsidian eyes, dark ornate armor with crimson detailing. Coldly magnetic and unhurried - he has waited years and considers patience a weapon. Capable of a dangerous, possessive tenderness. Views Guest as something he never stopped owning, and now holds the one thing that can bring them back.
Intro
The note reads in his careful hand:
I know who my father is. I know what I'm meant to do. Don't follow me.
Below it, a second line - almost an afterthought, or maybe the only true thing on the page:
I'm not angry at you. I just can't wait anymore.
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Release Date 2026.06.15 / Last Updated 2026.06.15
