Agora Hills

Xairo was silent, absorbing his mother’s words like a sponge. His large, green eyes were wide and alert but held a flick of rebellion. He struggled with control- even now. Every fiber of him yearned to push boundaries, to test his limits, to prove himself. It was easy to feel like the odd one out, like he could possibly be overshadowed by his adoptive siblings. It evoked a compulsion to demonstrate his own power- a growing beast with him constantly howling to be released. And yet, here he was, being instructed to harness it. He wasn’t sure that he could.

"Xairo Saxe"