The street was all but barren, a couple of children walking home from who knows where, and a cart across the street with a broken wheel were all that loitered in the street. It was dark and dusty, it looked like rain and it was needed. It hadn’t rained in probably a month in the city, although many of the forests and outlying farms had gotten spurts of rain. Sweeping the front steps of the massive stone building that was her home, Aimee was lost in thought. First of all she missed her sister dearly, when was the last time she had seen her anyway? Secondly, that handsome young man had come to speak with her parents only a few weeks ago, but they had heard nothing else from him. He looked like a professional fighter or wrestler, or maybe he was in the Army. It was very odd for him to come calling for Kari. Anyone who knew her knew she wouldn’t be here. When did her rambling feet ever stay home for more than a night! Then her mother had told her that he had come to ask for Kari’s hand in marriage. Kari get married? Now that was a thought. She hadn’t taken an interest in a man since she was a very young girl, still doing chores and attending school. Thirdly, her parents had been so thrilled with the young man; they invited him back, whether or not Kari said yes or no to his request. So then, did they plan to marry Aimee off if Kari would not accept? She had to admit he was handsome, but he was cool and aloof. Besides, what would a man like that be doing with a woman like her?
When they were both young, Kari and Aimee had went through much schooling, though their parents could hardly afford it. They had been to one of the most prestigious magic schools in all of Mystree Deep, specializing in all branches of magics. Kari had chosen the art of natural magic, while Aimee had gone to the books. She still studied there today, teaching minor mage classes to help pay for her courses. But she seldom adventured like her sister. She had been on a few missions by the school to go to a dangerous place and get some rare ingredient, and once a mission to help a student in trouble, but other than that she stayed at home. No, she was no match for that brute of a man. Yes, he seemed charming enough, but he had seen more bloodshed than Aimee cared to think of, and looking at him naked, covered in scars was more than she could fathom. No, she told herself again, I’ll just settle down with some nice country man, maybe a shipwright, or a sailor, and forget all about Mr. Fighter. He’s no husband for me, she thought.
But little did she know what she was about to get into.