When Mikaela opened his eyes, he found himself floating high in the sky, with a city spread out beneath his feet.
Mikaela was draped in a cloak with a cat-eared hood. He looked only about eleven or twelve years old, though the cold expression on his face made him look unapproachable.
He shook his head, realizing he had forgotten a great deal—like where this was, and who he was.
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