Trust. Worth more than gold yet harder to find. Who can I trust? A family forged in the fires of hell? Or the family built on secrets and murder? No longer hiding who I am things start falling apart. A war is brewing the master puppeteers yanking the strings of the Dark Mages making them dance to their tune. I dance for no man. I fall for nothing. I stand for all. Unleashing my powers was the Dark Lords greatest mistake but something tells me he knew what he was doing.