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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ink" data-source="post: 3230544" data-attributes="member: 48069">Es was walking back home, to “The New Citadel of Companions”. Humans were funny about they way they named things—really it was just the old city arena with some added glass. A lot of glass for glitter, I wonder who’s going to clean all that glass…Es knew Khyber Mercane renamed the old arena because in two years time he made enough money to build a newer bigger one in a better district. What he really gave the group was no more than a huge prison with a seating capacity of 10000. With the huge influx of visitors coming to see the games, the city guard was likewise growing daily to keep things organized and controlled. The old arena would have been a write off but they had just built it three summers ago.  She guessed the locals would have frowned on the huge city expense just being abandoned, and for practical reasons, an arena could easily serve as barracks, prison, stables and head-quarters; in fact it was almost to luxurious for its new purposes. The stables with over a thousand stalls was far more than ample, with hundreds of private rooms in one section, there were sealed cells below the arena area itself for former gladiators and animals, an enclosed yet vast entrance, once for ticketing, and a gigantic gate for an exit, the grounds now seemed a built to order city barracks. Khyber Mercane appeared almost blessed with how to make the best of things for his city. All he had to do was add glass.Glass…Es pushed it with her fingertips, molded it with her imagination. The crystal unicorn horn was warm and malleable to her touch, not that she could feel it. She pushed it, and rounded its edges with her thumbs until it look like a crystal ball. “Show me a prince.” she spoke to her toy.“So you might steal his heart?” the crystal replied. “It is a dangerous thing to ask a dagger for your dreams.”Es almost smiled as she saw her own reflection in the glass ball. “You’re no dagger, Toy. That was her pet name for the fragile crystal her mother had given to her. "If you were then could I do this?” And she press the ball in the middle, pushing it flat again with her two delicately perfect thumbs, making it into a small flat circle with a handle. “Mirror Mirror…” abruptly there was a whirling sound. Es’ eyes turn hard grey and cool once more. There was the golden box. Out from the temple…Impossible, I would have guessed it, tracked it. But there was no time to think, the box was buzzing on its wings once more, and the child follows, almost running, almost flying behind her new toy. Es does not notice, or perhaps she cannot read the sign, as she makes another turn and glides into Blood Road.</blockquote>

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