The Kolarin Cycle, Book One: Wildfire

(Haven't edited yet, there may be a few mistakes)
I came up with the idea for Wildfire a while ago but i was busy at the time and i never got around to it, but now i've finally started so here it goes. Wildfire is about a boy named Castir who was abandoned by his mother when he was little, she had given him into the care of a travelling circus of thieves, he quickly learns the skills of an acrobat and starts being sent on more dangerous missions, but the death of a loved one followed by the biggest heist of his life could ruin his.


1. Prologue

It was raining outside, again. The young boy who looked out the window, towards the circus tent, saw a strange sight unfold before him. There was a woman bundled up in a tattered shawl, talking to the ring master. He couldn't hear what they were saying over the splashing of the rain, and the howling of the wind. The woman gave the reluctant man a small object, wrapped in a scrap of wool. The ring master kept it away from his body, like it was a deadly snake.

The woman leaned forward and brushed her lips against, the object that was hidden from the boy’s sight. Then she took off down the street, with surprising speed. Everything went quiet, the rain and wind had stopped dead.

The boy was just about to turn away when he heard the splashing of another figure, running through the puddles, he turned around and squinted towards where the sound came from and made out three hunched shapes, galloping their way down the street. In the direction the woman went. The ring master, saw these shapes and dashed back in the tent. The figures stopped at the tent. The boy had his face pressed against the window hoping for a glimpse of the strange, creatures. Only realising, when one turned around, and pawed into the lamp light that this wasn't a human. It resembled a dog, except it stood on its hind legs. It had fur all over its body, and a long scar starting at its right temple and running through its white eye, and ended at the jaw. It other eye was blood red. Drool was dripping from its open maw, its mated brown fur caked in dried blood. It looked at the boy and smiled, then made a strange noise between a howl and a laugh. The other two turned around and made the same noise. They fell to all fours and padded their way towards the door, the boy no longer frozen in fear, ducked and hid under the table next to him.

His parents were sitting in front of the fire warming their hands and feet. Not knowing that they wouldn’t have time to see their only son again. The beasts crashed through the door, and one ate his mother whole. The other went for the boy's father. It devoured his father ripping him in two and swallowing each part. The one with the scar turned towards the boy. It made a face somewhere between, a snarl and a smile and lunged. The last thing the boy saw were the two red and white eyes, before he joined his father and mothe

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