((The War of the Lance was fought and won. Raistlin Majere tried his hand to the gods and failed out of his own love for his brother and the woman he had taken into the Abyss with him. Isabel Majere grew to be raised by Caramon Majere and his wife, Tika Waylan Majere.))
Isabel slammed her book down, the book that she had argued with Master Theobold to take home to study. She was born with a hunger for magic that was unexplainable to anyone except for her family. She had taken over her father's art, the father she knew so little about. Even though her Uncle Caramon had tons of stories to speak of him, she refused to listen. She had always been a curious child, but her curiosity was strong when it came to things like exploring new herbs, fiddling with new spells, and in her studies. She didn't have the time, nor the patience to sit and listen to a middle aged man blabber about someone who she didn't even remember. The only thing that interested her about her father, was that he was, for a while, the most powerful and feared arch mage in the whole world of Krynn!
But no one, not even her dear old Uncle Caramon, would speak of those tales. Not even her Uncle Tasselhoff Burrfoot, who had been a sucker to tell any story of any kind. Isabel had always been very talented in the art of making people talk, but the kender protested with great dignity, even a slight fear. He always have said.
"Caramon said that I would fail to have a life if I am to ever speak of those times… And I have grown quite accustomed to my life. But I will say this… I barely see any difference between you two…" Leaving the subject there, he would try to pressure her into hearing a tale about one of his great ancestors or of some sort. That would be when she would give a polite bow and leave the kender to his ramblings. She believed that when it was time for her to take her test, she would sneak into the library and find out more about his sorted past. Although Isabel had her father's magic streak, and from the mouths of others, his eyes. She was different from the weak man. She was healthy, and was also very well liked among the community of Solace, even though she did have a trouble streak to her. If for whatever reason, she did not return home on time, Tika and Caramon knew that she would be in the hands of the authorities, waiting to be picked up.
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes and yawned, forcing herself awake. She had almost read the whole book, which had taken her four days, she tried to study it as much as possible. Burn the words into her mind, know the crooked words of magic by heart. But some friends of the family were to arrive that evening, from lands far away.
Certain friends that she had last seen when she was a mere child. Vibrant and full of life and questions. Fun loving and always begging for piggy back rides… She remembered one man… well, half of a man so to speak, he was partly elf as well. He had always given in to her little wants. Whether for a piggy back ride, or some sweets when it was time for bed. Oh, What was his name? She thought wildly. She should know it by heart. Not only did her Uncle Caramon relate stories about his infamous brother, but of his friends as well. The Companions…
Or the Heroes of the Lance, as the town liked to call them. He and his wife were coming to visit Caramon and Tika, to see the new arrivals of the family. Three small boys, Sturm, who was eight years old, Tanin, who was seven and the baby of the family, Palin, who was four. And Tika was expecting yet another child. She leaned her head in her hands, allowing her Auburn, shoulder length, straight hair to fall down onto her face, to hide her milky white skin. For long moments, she thought on this matter, trying to remember the strangers name. Her golden-blue eyes lit up in final realization.
"Tanin… Tanis!" She said to herself. She remember Caramon speaking of having a name sake for his dear friend. "Tanis Half-Elven."
"Isabel!" The sound of a woman's voice broke her thoughts. Getting up, the thin teenager walked to her bedroom door and opened slightly. "Isabel! Answer me!" Isabel rolled her eyes.
"Yes, what do you need?" Isabel called out.
"Come down here."
"I'm in the middle of something!"
"Isabel Deanna Majere!" Isabel cringed. Cursing to herself silently, she walked back and grabbed her magus robes. Since she had passed the test that The school of Master Theobald had required, she had earned her mage robes, a nice clean white pair, in which she wore proudly and rarely ever left the house without. She walked down the stairs and stared at her aunt, placing her hands inside the long sleeves, she stared at the red headed woman who was trying to keep up with three small boys as well as get dinner done. Tika looked up with her green eyes and smiled at Isabel.
"Oh come now, no need to be cranky."
"Tell me the reason you disturbed me, then I will decide if my mood is sufficient." Isabel said flatly, not trying to hide her cockiness. Tika shook her head. How much like her father she was. She saw nothing of poor Kira in the girl, although she had to be somewhere in the girl's body. "I thought you had to work at the Inn today."
"Yes, well, we are expecting visitors, and if I remember right, didn't I ask you to go in the Inn for me today to help Dezra with the customers?" Isabel shrugged.
"You ask a lot of me, I only do what I am capable of."
"Or what you feel like?"
"That was the most polite way to say that." Tika laughed softly.
"No worries, I have a few others with Dezra, covering your back hide. I suggest you stop by and thank them." Isabel nodded.
"It will be the first thing on my to do list."
"No it won't. I need you to go into the market and pick up some cider and a few vegetables."
"Where is Uncle Caramon?" Tika nodded towards the entrance of the house.
"He is out cutting wood for the Inn and for us. It will be chilly tonight. Autumn has already shown its face and soon the festivities will start, so he will be out and about helping with the decorations. So I will need your help around here." Isabel laughed slightly.
"It has always been my dream to be the man of the house…" Tika smirked and tossed a bag of coins at the girl.
"And hurry…" She gasped the last part out as the eldest son, Tanin, pushed the middle son Sturm into her.
"I can take Tanin if you want." Isabel offered. Tanin quickly ran to the older girl's side and grabbed her hand.
"Many thanks." Tika smiled and quickly took off after Palin who decided to run towards the kitchen.
