| Black Boxes, Black Rocks, and Blacker Hearts
She sat upon her comfortable throne. Each piece made of precious, bleached bone. Before her was a myraid of papers and tomes, all left to her by her Master. He had known and seen so much, his dark hands and darker mind delving into so much of the worlds affairs. From his own Domain to the other places he secretly inserted his influence... she admired and envied his reach.
There, in this tome, each detail of his study of black rock, and that... box...
Moiraine had mentioned the artifact, and memories returned to her of its power, and its important to Him. Now she knew more than most, his knowledge and power passed to her by blood. Dark ritual had insured nothing would be lost, the blood line and all it had come across would live on.
She collected herself and concentrated on a piece of blackrock before her. She had been toying with this substance for ages now. When it had appeared in more modern times she laughed at the struggles of mortals to understand it. Some of them however, had figured out its immediate power. Rifts and gates... other worlds, other facets, all open to those who could use it..
But between those realms, underlying everything.. another place.. a shadowy place. Its vast plains of despari and emptiness opened up before her as she stepped beyond her world. Movement and time were meaningless here.. she willed herself forward, having become familiar with travel in this realm so long ago... she brought into her mind the image she sought.. a black throne, swirling with mist and dark presence..
She bowed before that dark presence, and projected an image with her mind. The Box. She would have it, she would have what she needed.
She set before the throne a large piece of blackrock and the presence pulsed with pleasure. The darkness faded faster than it had come, and before her was her study once again..
She had been sent back. But not with failure.. no..
She had what she sought.... | 
16-11-06, 04:17 AM
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