Dakshana looked down at the crystal in the woman’s hand. Chadstone’s crystal. Even in the harshness of human daylight it shimmered with ancient magic and runes. She shook her head - it wasn’t evil, but it was alive. It pulsed, like the beating of a heart.
“My husband died because he had one of these!” the old woman cried. “You’ll die too - and everyone who touches you!”
“Then you’d better let her go,” Minka said firmly.
The villagers recoiled.
“When was the last time you ate?” Minka asked. She guided Dakshana up the hill.
“I don’t think it counts,” Dakshana said.
No comments:
Post a Comment