Trading Pieces
By: EM Malachi Several Hundred Years Ago… As Mondain’s gaunt fingers closed the clasp, the dark gem in the necklace felt cold against Minax’s throat. It seemed to draw all of the room’s shadows toward it. The wizard never showed sentiment, and Minax had learned that each rare gift held a purpose. She turned to face her mentor and lover, “What do you require of me?” Mondain unrolled a map of the known world, “You will go to the city of Britain. When Britannia’s king retreats to his capital, you will kill him with the power of this stone. Upon […]