Nemain smiled as she picked up the black stone from its place on the small table next to her throne. She had spent years trying to find the Stone of Sencha and finally it was hers. The power that it held was unimaginable to the untrained eye. Even Maeve wouldn't have known how to harness the stones power.
The sorceress laughed wickedly as she thought of all that she would be able to accomplish with the stone. Finally she would be able to take care of the Mystic Knights. But destroying them was not necessarily what she had in mind. No, she had something much more interesting in store for the Knights. Especially Draganta.
Nemain glanced toward the sky. A storm had began to form over top of her castle. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. Soon the rain would begin. She had to begin the incantation before the rain fell. She didn't particularly like the thought of performing her spells in the wetness of the storm.
She picked up the stone and held it over her head. She could feel the pulses of power emanating from the stone, travelling down her arms and into her body.
"Darkness of night,
Power of Sencha,
I call on you,
Send me your most powerful warriors."
The stone began to glow with a blackish light. Nemain could feel the power grow. The storm intensified. Thunder crashed louder and more often. The lightening flashed and struck near her castle. Suddenly a bolt of the darkest lightening struck the stone she was holding. Nemain found that she couldn't let go. The lightening continued to send electricity through the stone and through her body.
Black light shot from the stone and swirled around her body. Little charges of electricity shot toward her and away from her. Nemain shook from the power of the stone. She had never felt such power in her life.
She cackled as she felt the electricity course through her body. Suddenly three bolts of lightening exploded from the stone Nemain held in her hands. The light that swirled around her followed the lightening, appearing as though they were shards of black glass.
As suddenly as the storm had began, it ended. The rain never came, but the thunder and lightening stopped. On the opposite side of the throneroom where Nemain stood, were three piles of what appeared to be shards of glass. She slowly approached the piles, narrowing her eyes. She knew that something must have been within those piles, but had no idea what it could be.
Slowly, figures appeared from the glass. The first one was tall and dark, blackness swirling all around. It was obviously male, but not like any man she had ever seen. He stood tall, garbed in black armour, a large sword held before him.
"Who are you, figure of darkness?" Nemain demanded.
The figure tilted his head to look at her. "I am Caedmac, Lord of Darkness."
Her lips curved in a smile. This one would do nicely. The Knights would have more than enough trouble defeating him.
She turned to face the second figure. This one was also male, but different. He stood as tall as the other, but was red-skinned and armoured. Small horns protruded from his forehead. His looked to her with eyes blazing red.
"And who are you, red skinned one?"
Small flames spat from his nostrils. "I am Vadrex, Lord of Horror."
Her smiled widened. She imagined silently what this one could do the Knights. She almost laughed aloud as she pictured the little princess being ripped from limb to limb.
The third pile stirred. The movement caused Nemain to turn. This pile was smaller, but glowed with more power than the others. Slowly a figure began to rise from the shards. Nemain's face broke into a wide smile as she gazed on the figure.
This one was obviously female. She was pale skinned with long flowing black hair that fell about her shoulders and upper body in tight curls. She was clothed in black leathers. Her black eyes danced as they stared at Nemain.
"And you, my lovely lady?"
The woman smiled, her white teeth shining in the light of the fires. "I am Dyre."
Nemain raised an eyebrow. "Do you not have a designation?"
Her eyes flashed with pleasure. "I do, sorceress." She pulled a cat-of-nine tails from her leather belt. "I am the Lady of Pain."
