The
black-robed mage slipped through the doorway leading to the Queen's chamber. He
paused and studied the wan woman propped against the black silk pillows. As he
approached the bed, his robes rustled.
The Queen
grasped the Black Jewel, symbol of her reign. "Begone, I say. I have no
need of you."
"Your
time has passed. 'Tis time to cede the Jewel to your successor."
"Not
yet." She raised the Black Jewel. Dark rays pulsed in its heart.
"Begone and let me be."
He evaded
the dark beams. "What of the White?"
She
laughed. "Do you think I fear that thing? My sister failed to find the
gem. For generations, there has been no sign of its existence. There have been
but myths and rumors."
He
smiled. "The White stirs. I sought and I found."
"Where?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"'Tis
where it has always been, waiting for the one who can hold it. But fear not.
'Tis not your battle. Soon you will be gone, and I will have the training of
the one who is to follow you. This time there will be no mistakes. As Holder
and
"Begone,
dark mage." The Queen raised the Black and poured her anger into the gem.
Thunder roiled the silent night and a great display of colored lightning
brightened the sky above the palace.
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