The Sorcerers Daughter ((male needed))

[Sugar_Cookie189]

Name~ Makenzie ((Kenzie)) Reed
Age~ 18
Creature~ Sorceress ((beginner))
Appearance~ 5'6'' Long, straight fire red hair, emerald green eyes, curvy, flawless body, with creamy white skin. 38D tits, tight, firm butt, long legs​

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Kenzie watched her father from the back porch as he cleaned up the last of large backyard. He was standing in the middle of the yard though as he did this, his hands were raised above his head, branches raising from the ground, up into the air. He pushed his hands forwards, making the branches fly forward diving into the forest. Once they disappeared from sight, he let his hand drop and she could hear them fall, hitting and breaking as they hit the ground. Hugh brushed his hands together and looked back at her, a smile on his face. "Did you get the house cleaned up?" He asked her.

She nodded her head 'yes'. "Yeah, but it wasn't as easy as you had it. I didn't just raise my hand to put everything away." She told him as she pushed away from the railing with a bright smile on her face. "It's perfect in there."

"Good girl." he said as he walked up to her, pulling on his white button up shirt a bit. "And don't pout. If you practiced more, you could do what l do." He said to her as he walked up the steps and ran his fingers through her hair.

"I'm not pouting." She told him as she brushed his hand away and followed him inside the house. "How long is he going to be in here anyway?" She asked him as she shut the door behind them, following him to the main.

"He'll be here for as long as he wants to be. He's a friend, Kenzie." He told her. "Besides, l don't trust you to stay home alone with all my spell books. l know you and as soon as l leave, you be in them and getting into trouble. lf he's here at least l know if ypu get into trouble, he can get you out of it."

No, he's your friends son. Not a friend of mine. She thought to herself. She liked Mr. Tiren, but she didn't knew his son very well. She wasn't sure she like the idea of both their parents going out on a business trip and leaving them alone together. "Okay, fine. Then when is he getting here?" She asked as he walked into the kitchen. She stopped and leaned against the wall as he got some lemonade from the fridge .

"The two of them should be here any minute actually." He said as get pulled the lemonade out and grabbed a glass, pouring himself some.

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[Maka]

There were old families in America. Families that could trace their family back to the Declaration of Independence, to the Mayflower. The Whites, the Allertons, the Bradfords.

Christopher Tiren had been told when he was fifteen that there were older families than that living in America. Families who traced their descent from members of the seventeenth century cabals of Prague and Vienna. Bloodlines that claimed descent from the magi of sunken Atlantis, the sorcerer-priests of Egypt, the shamans of the New World. Families living in secret, holding to a complex system of alliances and feuds that preserved the balance of power. And Chris had been taken up to the forbidden room below the eaves of the old New England house, and shown the leatherbound spellbooks along the shelves, and told that one day he would be the Tiren Magus, bound by all the ancient obligations to allies such as the Reeds and the Chukwuras, by all the ancient hatreds to enemies such as the Macante. He would control and protect the Tiren territories on the material and immaterial planes. And Chris had wanted no part of it.

A lifetime of ancient sorcerous rituals, of fulfiling dusty obligations, of consulting the ghostly elders of the Tiren clan on every move, of marrying within one of the seven allied families in order to preserve the bloodline -none of this had featured in Chris' plans for his life. He had run away that day.

For six years he had drifted across the world, travelling light by ship, train, car or plane -whatever he could hitch a lift or stow away, or work his way on. He'd rarely stayed in one place for long, and his travels had taken him from the deserts of Arabia to the forests of Canada, from lonely, haunted peatbogs in Ireland to the crowded, hightech megacities of Japan. He had seen many strange things -some beautiful and some horrible. Despite his own wishes, his powers had manifested themselves and forced him into occult adventures. He'd known mages -some benign; some indifferent to the world beyond their research, and all too many cruel and obsessed with power. He had gradually come to realise the important role that his family and their allies played in the world.

He'd thought of it as unimportant, a meaningless struggle between old men over dusty honours of war. But it was not. There was good and there was evil in the world and there had been times in history when the Seven Families had been all that stood between civilization and darkness. And so Christopher hd returned, showing up on his father's door on the night of the anniversary of his departure.

He had returned a lithe, finely formed young man with close-cropped head of bleached blond hair and glittering, ice-blue eyes. Tight, iron muscles powered the body underneath the travelworn leather jacket and he walked with a total, almost thrilling awareness of his surroundings, with a grace and economy of movement like a big cat.

His father had been expecting him.

And now he was to start discharging his first duties towards the family -simply keeping little Makenzie Reed from trouble while their fathers saw to business elsewhere. He vaguely remembered Kenzie. He was a few years older but they'd played together as children. It wasn't the most dangerous or significant of tasks but Chris was aware that he had to start proving himself.

They pulled up at the Reeds' house and Stephen got out of the car. He frowned at the house. He hadn't seen Kenzie for so long, he had no idea what to expect.