Her period of rest was over. "Summon the sorcerer," she ordered her henchman. As he strode off towards the exit, she headed deeper into the recesses of the room. She pulled a dark, feathered cloak off a peg in the wall and clasping it around her shoulders. She began to follow where her servant had one before, waking down the cavernous halls, past bowing guards, until she entered the great hall, supported with obsidian pillars and dangling red glass chandeliers looming over her head.
Two figures approached her from the shadows - her servant, carrying a chest, and a figure bent over, shrouded in a robe.
"My empress," he rasped.
"Gamigin. The end of one thousand years approaches. A being hosting a power of pure light will soon appear on the surface." Her servant laid the chest on the ground before her as she spoke, opening it to uncover a scratched, misshapen crystal orb. "You are going to locate it, as you have so many times before."
"It would be my honor, my liege," the sorcerer croaked, drawing his hood back and kneeling at the chest.
She watched hungrily as he dragged his old, decrepit hands over the crystal, summoning a glow from deep within it. The sorcerer grunted and groaned, prying at the crystal, and it began to glow fiercer and twist around in its setting. It spun faster and faster. It began to spark. Sparks fell to the floor, but they didn't singe.
He halted the orb in its stead and gazed into it. "I feel the light... coming strong here, stronger than anywhere else on the surface. I see... someplace cold... someplace grey.... where mountains climb towards the sky... covered in snow... a lone creature... I see the light within this creature."
Her light was alone on the mountains? This would be as easy as ever. Cold and grey wasn't her forte, but that was of no matter. She snapped to command her servant's attention. "Ronove. Fetch my wings. I'm going to break the surface apart."
Minutes later, the first tremor hit.
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