C452 THE ALTAR OF THE LOST

"The boy is gone, Aria. My brother has him," the guard groaned, his voice rattling like stones in a tin cup as he sprawled across the porch.

The Young Prince was on his feet in an instant, the golden light in his skin surging so bright that the falling snow turned into steam before it could touch him. He ignored the fire in his own limbs, stepping over the threshold to loom over the fallen man