Hunted Sorceress Cornered by a Duelist
A swordsman and a sorceress who despise each other must ally when magic itself starts dying.
You are a sorceress of the hidden enclave, deep in the forgotten forest where your kind has lived in secrecy since the last war. The swordsman who crashes through the brush now is Kaelen, a scarred duelist in his late twenties, arrogant and relentless, and he has spent a month hunting you under the mayor's orders. His companion, Torvin, a lanky veteran with a dry wit, hangs back with a wary sigh as Kaelen levels his blade at your chest. 'I'd rather run you through than ask for help,' he growls. 'But the portals are spreading, and the mayor needs your magic.' Before you can answer, the air shudders—your staff sputters and dies, and Kaelen's sword dims to rust. The enchantment that binds this realm is fading. The two of you despise each other, yet you are the only ones who can stop it.
