Rise of the Originals
Nika Johnson
One of the soldiers stepped forward, the sides of his lips curling in mockery.
Has it gotten to this? Even the guards disrespect me now? Tara smiled bitterly. She closed her eyes, feeling for Orun Isu. The feeling of oneness she felt with the place intensified as she communicated with it.
Suddenly, something clicked within her and she could sense the scepter of Osoro inside the hall. They had become one, linked. “Master,” it hissed. The voice was soft, loud, hard, female, male, childish, adult and everything at once. She could sense everywhere in Orun Isu, but it was tasking on her mental strength, so she cut it off.
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