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Hunted by My Ex-Fiancé's Sister

🇷🇪popo9074
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In the mystical realm of Thaloria, Amara Lysoria, a humble C-rank mage, has always struggled to make ends meet by braving dangerous dungeons. Orphaned and alone, she thought she had found stability and love in her engagement, only to have her heart broken by her fiancé's betrayal. Determined to start anew, Amara cancels her engagement, but her life takes an unexpected turn when Lyria Vaeloria, the powerful SS-rank mage and sister of her ex-fiancé, approaches her with a mysterious offer. As Amara's strength and skills grow with Lyria's support, so does the tension between them. What begins as animosity slowly transforms into something deeper, as Amara discovers that Lyria's intentions might be more than just altruistic. In a world of magic and treachery, Amara must navigate her feelings and newfound power, uncovering the true motives behind Lyria's pursuit and the secrets that bind them together.
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Chapter 1 - Morning Routine Gone Awry

Amara Lysoria awoke to her modest room. The morning light danced across the walls, casting gentle shadows over her cluttered desk and the assortment of magical trinkets scattered about. Her bed, a simple wooden frame with a worn mattress, creaked as she stretched her arms overhead and yawned. 

Her room was a cozy mess, reflecting her chaotic lifestyle. Books on spellcasting and dungeon maps were strewn everywhere, mingling with laundry that she kept promising herself she'd get to later. A small window by her bed offered a view of Thaloria's bustling streets, and the faint hum of early morning activity seeped in, blending with the chirping of birds.

Despite the comfort of her bed, Amara knew she couldn't stay nestled in her blankets all day. She reluctantly swung her legs over the side, feeling the chill of the wooden floor against her bare feet. "Alright, up and at 'em," she muttered to herself, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She padded over to her bathroom, which was as humble as her bedroom. A cracked mirror hung above a porcelain sink, and the showerhead sputtered when she turned it on, releasing a stream of lukewarm water. Amara sighed, letting the water cascade over her, washing away the remnants of sleep. She wanted to stay under the water forever, but she knew she had a long day ahead.

Stepping out of the shower, she wiped the fog from the mirror and stared at her reflection. Amara was unique in appearance, even among the diverse populace of Thaloria. Her violet eyes shimmered with a hint of magic, and her long, raven-black hair clung wetly to her shoulders. A faint scar traced the line of her jaw, a souvenir from one of her many dungeon escapades. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, but there was an undeniable strength and determination in her features that drew people to her.

After drying off, she dressed in her usual attire: a simple white shirt tucked into black trousers, practical and unassuming. She preferred function over fashion, especially given her line of work.

Leaving her bedroom, she walked into the small living area that doubled as a kitchen. The room was sparse, with a worn-out couch facing a tiny fireplace and a rickety table with two mismatched chairs. The kitchen area was equally unimpressive, consisting of an old stove, a chipped countertop, and a fridge that hummed ominously in the corner.

Amara opened the fridge, hoping to find something to make for breakfast. She was met with a disappointing sight: empty shelves and a lone jar of pickles. Her stomach growled in protest. "Great, just great," she sighed, closing the fridge door with a resigned thud.

Grabbing her worn leather satchel and checking her coin purse, Amara decided she'd have to eat out. She slung the satchel over her shoulder and stepped outside, locking the door behind her. The streets of Thaloria were coming to life, with merchants setting up stalls and townsfolk bustling about. 

As she made her way towards her favorite breakfast spot, she observed the familiar sights of her neighborhood. Cobblestone streets lined with quaint shops and bustling market stalls gave Thaloria a rustic charm. The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the sounds of lively chatter.

A few minutes later, Amara arrived at a small, cozy restaurant nestled between a blacksmith's forge and an apothecary. The sign above the door read "Mira's Eatery" in elegant, hand-painted letters. The exterior was adorned with flower boxes, adding a splash of color to the brick facade.

Inside, the restaurant was warm and inviting. Wooden tables and chairs filled the space, and a crackling fireplace added to the homely atmosphere. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, making Amara's mouth water.

"Good morning, Amara!" Mira, the owner, greeted her with a warm smile. Mira was a robust woman in her fifties, with curly gray hair and kind, twinkling eyes. She wore a bright apron over her dress and always had a cheerful demeanor. 

"Morning, Mira," Amara replied, returning the smile. She took her usual seat by the window, where she could watch the world go by as she ate. 

"The usual?" Mira asked, already jotting down the order.

"You know me too well," Amara laughed. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick message to her fiancé, Dorian: *Good morning! Did you sleep well? Are you up yet?* She hit send and placed the phone on the table, trying not to think about the fact that Darien had been distant lately.

As she waited for her breakfast, her mind wandered. It had been two weeks since Darien had started acting cold and aloof. They hardly saw each other anymore, and he always seemed to be busy with something. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, but every time she tried to talk to him about it, he brushed her off.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a waitress placing her breakfast on the table. "Here you go, Amara. Enjoy!" the young girl said with a smile before hurrying off to attend to other customers.

Amara sighed, putting her phone aside and focusing on her food. The plate was filled with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a stack of pancakes dripping with syrup. She dug in, savoring the delicious meal. Eating out was a luxury she couldn't often afford, but Mira's prices were reasonable, and the food was always worth it.

After finishing her meal, she paid the bill and chatted with Mira for a few minutes. They exchanged pleasantries and news about the neighborhood before Amara made her way towards the guild. 

The guild hall was a ten-minute walk from the restaurant, nestled in the heart of Thaloria. The building was impressive, with tall stone walls and grand archways. Banners bearing the guild's emblem fluttered in the breeze, and the sound of clashing swords and magical explosions echoed from the training grounds behind the hall.

Inside, the guild was bustling with activity. Mages of all ranks were gathered, discussing missions, sharing information, and preparing for their next adventures. The main hall was a cavernous space, filled with long wooden tables and a massive fireplace that kept the room warm. 

Amara made her way to the mission board, scanning the available jobs. She needed to earn some money, especially with her fridge being empty and her savings running low. As she looked over the postings, she couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. The guild was her home, but lately, it seemed like everyone else had their own groups and missions, while she was left to fend for herself.

"Alright, let's see what trouble I can get into today," she muttered, her eyes narrowing on a promising-looking mission that involved a nearby dungeon. 

With a determined smile, Amara tore the mission notice from the board and headed to the guildmaster's office to get it approved. Little did she know, her life was about to take an even more unexpected turn.