Kyra’s hand trembled very slightly as she raised her precious crystal closer to her eyes. She called on all the inner strength she had, the clear steady light that was the core of her being, and directed it through the crystal in her hand to the old woman in front of the cave.
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Hastily Urak covered her black scrying sphere. The flash of light that had just leapt from its surface had almost blinded her. Angrily she paced about her cave. Someone was interfering. For the first time in her long life someone was reaching out for her. She was accustomed to being the one who spied on the lives of others, who controlled, manipulated, interfered... Could there be a sorcerer more powerful than she?
She was annoyed that she had been so precipitate. She uncovered her sphere. She must find ou
