“What business have you in tinkering with my game?” Chadstone demanded.
His words were met with soft, sibilant laughter, like warm smoke curling up from a dying fire.
“Your game?” an Ancient asked.
“The Game is sacred - it is one of the Unwritten Rules,” Chadstone said.
“It is indeed - and we are not tinkering with your game,” another Ancient said. “We are merely - observing the masterpiece of our youngest. And my, what a masterpiece it is.”
And then Chadstone noticed it, the flash of movement on the surface of the water. Dakshana and the girls, running from the second spell.
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