Prythvii

The Boy Remained Silent As His Uncle Looked Back Down At Him. The Boy Felt Uncomfortable As He Gazed Into The Green Eyes Of A Man Who Had Just Been Introduced As Family. The Uncles Green Eyes Fell Over The Boys Countenance And Focused On The Small Gray Statue That Hung On A Black String Around The Young Boys Neck. The Statue Was Barely Longer Than An Inch And Had A Mythical Lizards Tail Ensnaring A Deep Red Stone As If The Creature Was Protecting Something Sacred.. The Man With Green Eyes Looked Up And Smiled Slyly At The Young Boy. Ahh How Could I Forget? I Am In The Presence Of The Youngest Zilsrion Heir?. It Was Supposed To Be A Dream Not A Recollection. It Was Supposed To Be Just A Necklace Not A Secret Gift Of An Ancient Royal Family. He Was Supposed To Be Nasser Salim Not A Man Without An Identity. That Was Before Meeting The Eldest Elder.. Blessed And Cursed By His Prythvii Nasser Must Discover His Purpose And Understand His Destiny If The Man With The Green Eyes Is Ever To Be Stopped.