Dakota pulled his hat lower over his eyes as he stepped out from the shade of the repository. He looked up at the sky, blue and clear, but the skeleton in the relic room had his mind occupied.
It wasn’t labeled but the bones were perfectly preserved and displayed with expensive metal wire coated to resist corrosion. Dakota even suspected some magic was involved. Why would someone take such care and then not bother to label what they’d preserved?
Dakota sighed and leaned up against what had been called the Lost Door. The gargoyles would have to find a new title for themselves, he thought, though Blackrock was living out the “guardian” part quite well. Gargoyle guards, stern and armed, were always stationed at the door’s entrance. They were looking at Dakota with raised eyebrows now, as though wondering why he was desecrating their sacred relic with his shoulder.
A little unnerved, Dakota decided to head back inside. Maybe there was something he missed about that skeleton…
But all was as he’d left it. The lirionox growled, kicked a rock at the wall just because and turned to leave again, only to be suddenly face to face with Pandoria.
The goddess stood there quite calmly. In fact, she had a bit of a smile on her face; Dakota wondered if she thought his startled expression funny and scowled.
“I see you’ve found this place. I wondered when you would,” she said.
Dakota snorted. “And a great help you’ve been,” he retorted.
Pandoria’s jaw tightened but, to Dakota’s surprise, she didn’t smite him then and there for his attitude. Instead she held out her staff and the gem atop it began to pulse and glow. White tendrils of light shot out and formed themselves into what Dakota recognized as a fossil, looking oddly like it would fit the skeleton Pandoria stood beside.
“You will start finding these soon,” she explained, “and when you do, bring them to Raimia. She will know what to do with the magic I left in them.”
“What are you talking about? Fossils? Are you bringing back creatures from the dead now?” Dakota demanded.
“In a sense,” Pandoria said, “they’ve always had life left in them, preserved until now. These Lysadors have a fascinating history, you know…you must ask one to tell you how they helped me once, long ago. And now, my promise is fulfilled.” And with a coy smile the goddess was gone.
Dakota blinked, feeling blindsided. He’d come here for relics, but reports had recently come in of imps sneaking around, and now this...
Introducing the Lysador!
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