“Never!” he responded boldly. The voice in the shadows laughed wildly and suddenly a mysterious figure began to emerge like a ripple on water placing itself in front of the throne.
“Look at yourself, Jadis. My how you have aged; so many grey hairs. Does the Circle of Light not keep you well?”
“Even I am mortal, but my physical state shall always pale in comparison to yours.” She laughed once more.
“Why have you come here? Speak plainly. I have had a trying day and am not in the mood for riddles or niceties.”
“I have your servant, Magnus Blackheart, perhaps you know of him?” The dark figure began to take shape as that of a woman sitting comfortably on her throne of death.
“Perhaps. Magnus was set on a task for me, to retrieve something that belongs to me. Something of value.” Jadis sco
