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[The memory fades in to a bird’s eye view of a shattered city. The wreckage of buildings stretches for kilometres; a dark gouge in the earth leading to the most intact section in a bizarre earthbound comet. Charle is seen to be flying over the twisted landscape, wings of energy visible on her back. She descends into the central hub, hovering near the remains of an arcane-looking device. Here the stone is scorched by magical backlash and most of the original ground is covered with pieces of the nearby archways. She scans the area, looking for something as she makes her way over the debris. A flash of reflected light catches her eye and landing, she sifts through rocks and dust to find a small blue shard. It curves slightly, suggesting the shape of a sphere no larger than her palm. All colour drains from her face as she looks at the shard, and then frantically up at the moon in the bright blue sky.]
[Her denial at first is quiet, uncomprehending, and finally becomes terrified.]
[Memory fades out]
[Her denial at first is quiet, uncomprehending, and finally becomes terrified.]
[Memory fades out]