The fear that crossed Dakshana’s face was - incomprehensible. Chadstone had only known that fear once, the first time he stepped into mortal sunlight, but he didn’t know why she would feel so. Could she sense the magic? One as strong as her was usually a shaman of sorts - so why did the magic terrify her?
“Dakshana?” Srina asked.
She stared at the swirling circle of runes, of the seven signs of the travelling circle, and he thought she would begin to weep. But she held her chin high, grabbed her friends’ hands, and marched forward.
And vanished into the Shadows.
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