CHAPTER 49 - TRISTAN

Though broken and destroyed, the ruins were magnificent. Tristan stood on the wide balcony, taking the view of the entire city with the cool wind blowing against his face, sending his silver hair into a flail. He glimpsed the shattered structures and walls, all made of white stones, with the bones like mountains on every corner of the street. Then his eyes traveled towards the group of dragon hunters right below him, each equipped with a leather vest and a white cape.

Tristan caught his father, speaking a command to the group. Seeing him had made his heart remember all the memories he had with his father, all the good and bad ones, but the good memories had caused more pain that tightened his chest. He wouldn’t dare recall every one of them. Those had been buried already in his past, as every time he tried to remember, the scene of his family’s death had kept on stopping him, drawing his full attention to the pain that it had caused.

Tristan decided to take a stroll around the ruined