Eldur's POV
I sat on the cold, stone chair, my hands clenched into fists, not out of anger but to hold back the storm brewing within me. The walls of my father's castle loomed around me, cold and unfeeling, much like the way I felt about my family sometimes. They were too protective, too suffocating, and I needed a break. I needed something that wasn't tied to the supernatural, something I could control—something that wasn't tied to the constant pressure of being Eldur Daegon. The boy no one liked but were only starting to tolerate. I needed out of that life.
