The Blank Canvases

(Kaelen’s POV)

It’s been five years… but that morning still stays fresh in my mind.

I opened my eyes to the throne room in ruins. My head was pounding, and the air was thick with dust. Pillars cracked, the roof was ripped open, and the polished floor was smeared with dirt and blood.

I was barefooted.

Everyone around me began to stir like they’d just woken from a long sleep; groggy and confused...