The unsettling sound of screams broke through the dark guilds walls, most men tried to fight against the army of soldiers, one stood out in particular, his sword had runes wrote all down the blade, dispelling any magic force that was sent towards him, he led the army. Standing roughly at six five, he had dark black hair and reddish eyes scars covering his body from wars, the man himself was known as the Great Swordsman of Enca, the kings personal guard when he wasn't battling against the magic users of the land. Enca would soon be purged of magic..
Far from the man ran a woman that stood at five eight, carrying all her belongs in one bag, her most important object was her tarot cards, she had recieved them from her mother before she passed, they had been passed down for generations. While she ran she didn't notice until it was to late, she had been captured by one of the armies men, he roughly had ahold of her hair as he drug her back, she tried to fight back but his strength done numbers on her. Soon to be thrown in front of the man.. Azumi.
"Well well well... what do we have here? A lonely little wizard?" He sneered.
"Leave me be, I possess none, just a fortune teller." She spat.
He was quite amused at how snappy she was in the palms of the men who killed her guild. The iron in the air still fresh and strong, it burned at her nose. Her emerald eyes began to water as she tried to think of a way out. She was surrounded and alone.
"That snowy hair of yours really brings your features out. You shall join me, I'll court you then you will become my wife. No more to discuss on it." Azumi stated, as he did he got up and began to walk away.
Sora didn't know how to respond to react to his new found statement, she shook as the tears began to pour from her eyes, they stung. She stayed on the icy floor until she was forced to be on her feet.
A few years later Sora had learned how to survive Azumi. Keep the house tidy, make all meals on time, never speak unless spoken to, keep hair short, only wear clothes that you are provided. And bear a son to continue his legacy in the army. Sora had somehow convinced Azumi that they twins she was carrying were boy to be boys. She wasn't far from her delivering, only time would tell. And when it did, hell had broken loose in the household. Two perfect newborns, one son, one daughter. The son resembled his father and the daughter her mother. Azumi was less than pleased when he had received his daughter. He needed sons to protect his homeland, not weak daughters who were meant for birthing children and house work. He soon gave his son to the the same army he had fought in, sailing across the sea with his daughter and wife, he said it would be for a new life. The new land they were going to, filled with magic and wizards. Sora knew better than to question him. She regretted leaving her son and only takin her daughter, she tried to put on a happy face for her husband, she knew his plan, purge all the magic he can from this new land. Locking months ago, the Hirsh family had bought a bakery, with a loft like house above it. It was only two bedrooms and small, but it made due for the family that lived there. For now that is.