Chapter 3
"Curious.. You must be the one I was meant to find here. What is your name?" the Enchantress' small voice asked. "Mava Tsin." "Tsin?" A look of bewilderment crossed Eirena's face. "Of the old Mage Clans?" The younger mage sighed. The same reaction every time, it seemed. "Yes. I am the last of the line," Mava said, leaning against the wall of an abandoned home. Eirena's bewildered look changed to one of curiosity. "The last?" she asked, gazing at the dark-haired woman intently. "Is it that you have no suitor?" Mava laughed, though it was certainly not a happy one. "I was to marry my brother, Zorov." "That's awful." Eirena remarked. "Not really. The only awful part is that people are so afraid of our family that they would resort to murder." The Enchantress gasped quietly. "I can't say I know exactly why they tried to kill him. Maybe they were afraid of the Vizjerei being resurrected, or our child being too powerful. But I do know they will make no attempt to kill me." Mava continued, smirking ever slightly. "How can you be so certain?" Eirena asked. "Because I destroyed half of the city we were staying in when I found out he was killed." The enchantress looked appalled. "Surely it is not the Great Fire of Gea Kul you speak of?" The young wizard's smirk turned into a grin and she nodded. "I was nine."