At length, the trace of magic entered the Fortresses themselves. It wove to and fro among the buildings, heading somewhere, but the "where" was as yet unclear.
Thothaga could, with a final spellcast, keep track; otherwise it would seem to simply vanish among the bones.
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Thothaga would sense at once that the vision that filtered to her from aeons past was weak. Her magic had not sparked strongly enough, and so the scene that it latched onto was faint and transient. But it was there.
Darkness. The soft clatter of a few small bones broke an oppressive silence. A strange creature slipped into the fortress--almost insectoid, long, segmented--yet with a humanoid face, torn clearly by grief. Many pincerlike limbs delicately held a small, limp form: the creature laid the smaller figure down, gently, and its limbs clicked on rock.
As the vision began to fade, the insectoid creature began a low, keening wail: heartrending sorrow, suppressed by fear. This seemed almost to linger as Thothaga's mind returned to the present, echoing across the bones.
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