Chadstone studied the straw doll. He knew its owner; she was not the Ancients' victim, safe from the realm of shadows. Chadstone sketched a rune in a scrying bowl - it filled with water. Another rune, and he could see Dakshana - that's what the mortals called her. The sunlight in her eyes had dimmed. Chadstone thought to take her to a kingdom of his own making to make her smile. But she was still strong, fending for herself.
"Have you chosen an ultimate prize?" asked an Ancient. He was behind Chadstone, icy, amused.
Chadstone smiled at the water; Dakshana's image dissolved.
"Yes."
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