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Here is an excerpt from The Caledon Crystal.

 

“Are you sure you want to go on your own?” Kaitlin asked Em for the tenth time. “I can go with you.”             “I’m sure,” Em said firmly. “I’ll be there as soon as I see Zinandwyer, I promise. I just need a bit of time alone.”             Kaitlin nodded, “I told Phoenix I’d meet him. I’ll see you soon?”             “Give me fifteen minutes,” Em promised. She watched as Kaitlin headed down the passageway and then started off herself. She was alone for the first time in over a month, she was on her own. She felt almost giddy with the freedom.             She walked swiftly through the Fort. The Round Hall was near the south side of the Fort but Zinandwyer’s office was in the lower levels, on the west side. She made her way through hidden passageways and down a long staircase that led straight to the lowest level. She checked Zinandwyer’s office but the door was shut.             “Oh well,” she said softly to herself. “I’ll have to try tomorrow.”             She turned around to make her way to the Round Hall. She had forgotten how eerie Tigart could be at night. The tapestries swayed making the walls move in the undulating light of the torches. The suits of armor had blank eyes that watched her every step. She turned a corner and stopped to get her bearings. She must have made a wrong turn. She was in a part of the Fort she had never seen before.             Em turned to retrace her steps and then froze. Something was moving toward her from the far end of the corridor. She squinted into the darkness. A towering shape appeared. She pulled out her wand and her dagger.             The torches flickered and went out. Em felt a bone chilling cold and knew what she faced – a lemures - a servant of Caerth Malus. Its long black cloak billowed out as it silently glided toward her. An icy evil flowed from the thing, filling her heart with dread. The phantom reached inside its cloak and pulled out a long, black knife.             For the briefest moment, Em felt like fleeing but something inside of her made her stand her ground. The bitter coldness flowed through her. “Stop!” she commanded. Her voice trembled slightly and her heart pounded in her chest. The lemures did not pause. Em clutched her wand in her left hand and her knife in her right. The phantom made a motion and raised his knife.