Kai Callmon

Kai remembers when his life was whole, his mother in the kitchen, baking cookies while his baby sister babbled to his father while he worked on teaching her colors. He recalled how the smell of fresh baked goods felt throughout the house, how warm and comfortable the atmosphere was. Nothing could quite compare.

Until one day, he came home from school to find his parents brutally murdered, slaughtered beyond recognition. The walls, floors, and furniture were coated in blood. The only one who made it out alive was his little sister, Tyra, crying and sobbing in her bassinet.

Tears poured from his eleven year old cheeks as he curled up and sobbed harder than ever, the only thing that was left, was the symbol of the royal guards of the fae left on the front door.

“Fuck off.” “No.” “Yes.” “Are you stupid.” “You’re gorgeous.” “Don’t test me.”