Chapter 58

The dark clouds that had accompanied the sandstorm dispersed to show her face and lovely figure. Maggie dropped her fingers from her face shocked at the beauty of the woman. Or girl. Because she was so young and fresh-faced, looking no older than Ginny. It was the taller of the two girls that had been in the painting on the ceiling of the Council room in STRUKUS. Her red hair fell in a straight curtain around a beautiful face. Her eyes were flashing red but even the anger in them could not hide their beauty. Her red mouth was set into a grim line. The girl’s red hair almost blended with the red dress that clung tightly to her willowy figure.

Though Maggie was in awe of her beauty and obvious powers she couldn’t believe that this young girl had so much power over the slaves who were so large in frame that if they wanted to they could easily crush her to death. In her hand, the girl held a dagger. It was an ancient silver dagger and the look in her eyes spoke volumes about how s