3 Chapter 2- Breath of Calamity

By the time Marquises Clovis and George received the news, Duke Alexander had been buried, and the new Duke of Kinterra, was drinking to his success with a few young mistresses to keep him company and his bed warm in his grief. He spent 3 years poisoning his father, and three years keeping his brothers as far from home as conceivably possible. Wishing his father would die faster in their absence and praying that he would live on like the stubborn man he was when both were present.

At the hour of the duke's death, Alexander rode off with Andrea to reach their respective academies, before they became collateral damage in the upcoming conflict between their uncles and father. Alisha had known her brother and sister would leave her here. She was her father's least favorite child and as a result least important. Her birthday was seldom, celebrated in the past three years her father using her grandfather's illness as an excuse, and further confirmed today was known throughout the empire as the harbinger of death.

Alone in her rooms, standing in her mourning gown, she looked into the mirror and removed her amulet. Her right eye slowly reverted back to its original color, the piercing grey that as her grandfather told matched her mother's, the two colors stood testament on why she couldn't practice magic and why her siblings hated her, heterochromia, the sign of calamity. Air was the staple for the Quinzel Family affinity, her mother was a Countess from the capitol, and despite her family's affinity to water and her lack of mystical talent, was born with an affinity to the rarest of the world, metal, making her a very coveted woman, simply for the potential of these mystic arts.

Alisha despite this constant danger, or what Alisha referred to as a superstition she made specific advancements in this particular area. 'Soon Uncle Clovis and George will return with every intention to kill that disgusting pig. However it will not end well for anyone, with grandfather's death I will honor his memory and this set doomed house on the right path.' Touching the gilded flower on full length mirror, the glass slide to the side revealing a staircase, lighting a torch the brooding 13 year old went on her way.