the Memories of Kaint LaCroix.
The rebellion against the seven cities tells many stories of many people. Tales of death and despair, of the lives of so many people that were lost, killed, who sacrificed themselves for what they believed in.
But there were also tales of life and hope, of heroes, love affairs and friendships.
The tale most told is the tale of five, seemingly unremarkable rebels and it begins - if anything ever has a beginning – and ends, with Kaint LaCroix.
“Neomi, must you go?” Kaint questioned, his voice muffled against his caretakers neck, as she held him in a hug. It was quite unlike his brother Marik, who had shaken her hand formally and then left for his afternoon tea. They were complete opposites in both character and appearance. Where Marik was pale and blonde, with the icy blue eyes of his mother, Kaint was darker of appearance. His hair was brown, as were his eyes and his skin often bore comparison to