Cherion's old bedroom door swung shut behind them. But nable to breathe in the stuffy air of the bedroom, Cherion walked straight out onto the wide balcony.
The courtyard below was still in an uproar. Guards moved constantly between the palace buildings.
Cherion leaned his hands against the railing, staring down at the glowing lights of the capital. His mind was an absolute battlefield. He hadn't actually lived through the secret temple visit the High Priest had described, but to know that the OG Cherion's parents had been so afraid of what might happen to their son that they had tried to erase this power he had been born with.
Warmth suddenly settled against his back, shielding him from the wind.
Zarius stepped up behind him, his larger frame completely enveloping Cherion. He didn't say a word at first. He simply reached down, his hand sliding effortlessly over Cherion's palm, wrapping his fingers firmly around Cherion's hand.
