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.