Magic had always been a fascination of kings and emperors, though to the commonfolk; it was a dangerous thing, regardless of its purpose. As common as knowledge was of its existence, mages were always quite uncommon, often even misunderstood or despised, but for those few whose service to others such as healers came as a valuable commodity.

Roll the centuries along and still magic remained in its partial obscurity, the own personal monster of those who used it incorrectly. But to match its power, technology soon became the boon of the commonfolk. While Magi were raised in aristocratic homesteads, like nobility to the common man or woman, technology game those commoners an edge of their own.

What good was a mage who didn't see a bullet coming for his head? No good at all, but then, what good was an army when a powerful enough man could tear them asunder with his will and the power of the elements at his disposal?

To certain groups and certain companies, each held their merits, and naturally; enemies were made. In the end it was a matter of "pick your poison". In the city of Arenstad, several such companies vied for dominance, of course sometimes matters could only be settled in one way; brutally, violently or silently, all jobs fit for assassins, magi and mundane alike.


The Millennium group were known in the underworld for employing the services of the Chevalier family, a long-standing aristocrat family of Magi, steeped in tradition and ancient magic. Naturally all those raised by the family or taught by the family, would become magi. Skilled in the art of deadly magics, illusions and spell-casting.
And in their latest generation, their eldest daughter, Evangaline, had been chosen to end an old rivalry between two assassin' families. However, not with bloodshed.

It was for this reason that the young woman was being dispatched to a neutral meeting ground, a grand hotel, owned by a third party. For it was there that she was to meet a man to whom she was arranged for marriage. Alister Johnson. She knew not the man, only the reputation. As skilled and talented as any magi, an intimidating name to whisper even in the dark, as though it would summon him to the side of those fool enough to whisper it.
"Alister.." She spoke the name half-quietly form within the confines of her transport, a sleek black car, the windows reflected the outside world, but let nothing in. She sat in the dark, legs crossed, her form cloaked in a long, fine mantle, as was tradition,
"Ma'am?" The driver questioned, glancing briefly in his rear-view mirror, he could only make out the shadowy form of the magi. She simply smiled to herself and replied;
"Nothing."

The vehicle rolled along the streets, past the other late afternoon commuters, she stared at them as they passed, chin rested on her hand as she glanced into their eyes. They could not see her watching, but she could see them, the look in their eyes, the feeling that said one man was later, another was cheating, this one was planning something untoward. That woman was awkward and shy, that one was impatient, that one a hard worker. but none of them seemed special, none ever did.

When the vehicle finally stopped, she waited patiently. The driver stepped out first, finding his way to the door and opening it for her, as was proper, she gently swung her legs from their place and planted her heels and toes upon the concrete patch leading to the hotel, the Great Crossing as it was known.
Though as she stepped out, even in the slowly darkening sky, she raised an umbrella above herself, it cast an ominous shadow on her, leaving only the walking silhouette of her feminine figure as it practically glided with each step towards the entrance.

Even as she stepped into the main entrance, the fine umbrella shaded her figure, she stood as a menacing shadow beneath the cover whilst it shielded her from the overhead chandelier, a false one, a cheap imitation, but a pleasant thing nonetheless. Those who looked their way would only feel the cold shiver of death running its finger up their spine, but she had no interest in them. Only one, tonight, would have her attention.
That one man.
Alister.