Sylas
"Are we here, Tajin?" Sylas asked shakily as the flying mat stopped in front of a weathered wooden cabin, its creaking timbers shrouded in mist. He had been flying in the sky for half a day, ever since he fled the tower like a coward but it was all to protect Ryn and he would do it again if he had to.
He wondered what others thought of him, especially Ryn, whom he had left behind after they shared their happiest moment together.
Had he been foolish to ignore the curse haunting him and mark Ryn? Or was it the thrill of Ryn choosing him first that clouded his judgment? Sylas didn't know what to think, but he knew he had acted fast by running away from him. It was the only way he could protect Ryn and stop the dragon soul haunting him.
