He just wanted a taste of adventure. What he received though was something much greater and much more dangerous. Krestan Igras was on the run. From who, he had no clue. All he knew was that they were out for his head. The unfettered attacks, both magical and physical painted a perfect picture of what his pursuers were after. The only home he had known was gone and all he was left with was a black dagger, a pack full of items, and magic that he barely knew how to control. The outer world was a mystery and there wasn't anyone that he could possibly trust, no one he could put his faith in. He had only wanted some fun, but instead he was being Hunted.