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The dark mage Dirkk has not been idle for the seven years the rift has been closed into Daradawn. With the help of Daraodh, the demon who lives inside the emerald dagger, he is again ready to challenge Queen Tessa for all.
It will take the coming together of man, elf, fairie , dwarf, unicorn and dragon to bring him down. Can differences be put aside between those of the air and those of the ground? Can Regan Canterville, even though a chosen of the Power, reason with a rage-filled dragon?
If not, all will be lost.
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Inside the cave, mage-globes hovered and cast a white glow into all but the left farthest corner. Bands of silver glistened in the magic-smoothed, stone, while woven rugs of scarlet, gold, and black covered the floor. Tapestries of ancient fairy kings and queens draped the walls.
In the shadowed corner, runes carved into the stone floor curved outward. A char-coated brazier stood in their center. It was to this Dirkk led the group.
Staring into the brazier's black concave bottom, he muttered beneath his breath. A sickly green ember formed and floated in the darkness. He leaned forward and breathed upon it, once, twice, three times. The ember flared and the flame spread until green fire danced on the air inside the brazier.
Dirkk picked up a small bowl. Its insides stained a brackish-brown. He faced Thomas, waited.
Thomas cringed, but extended his left hand. Dirkk pushed back the brown sleeve of Thomas' robe and exposed a forearm of white puckered scars. He flipped the edge of his cape to the side. At his waist, the gold chain around his neck separated into two strands; each was embedded into the edges of a hammered gold sheath. Inside the sheath could be seen the hilt of a blade and embedded within the hilt was an emerald the size of his thumb.
Thomas drew in a sharp gasp and his arm began to tremble.
Dirkk's breath came fast as his fingers caressed the dimpled gold of the sheath. Even in the dim light the scabbard glimmered. A flood of heat raced through his body. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. This is what it must feel like to summon the Power. There can be no finer ecstasy than this.
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