Force of Magic

On Thin Ice

Chapter 9

A/N: hey guys, back for the next chapter of our story. Once again, this story idea's owned by Gabeherdon308 and so are the OCs. I'm just the writer. I don't own TDP or Star Wars.

"Seriously?" Claudia exclaimed. "This is one stubborn magic mirror."

"You think I haven't tried that?" Viren spoke up, causing his daughter and the male inquisitor to turn to him. "I've cast over eight different reveal spells, they all failed. At the end, I see nothing but my own frustrated face staring back at me."

"Maybe it really is just a mirror," Claudia shrugged sharing a glance with the Brother who rolled his eyes.

"Of all the treasures, artifacts, and relics in the lair of the Dragon King and Queen. This was the closest to their bed. It must be important."

"In all likelihood," the male inquisitor spoke. "I can feel something...powerful coming from it. Though my own abilities are prevented from seeing what is hidden here. Perhaps my sister..."

"I doubt it," Viren grumbled glaring at the mirror again.

Gold eyes narrowed and Claudia shivered as she felt something...dangerous. "Perhaps if Sister and I could contact our people, see if they know anything?"

"That would be so helpful!" Claudia said before her father could reply. "Hear that mirror? We're putting you on notice."

With a scowl, Viren tossed the tarp back over the infernal relic, before turning to his daughter. "We have something to discuss, your mission."

"To rescue the princes."

"Yes, but you will have a secret mission that's far more important," Viren spoke. "Claudia," he placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder, "you must recover the dragon egg."

"They have it with them, so it shouldn't be a problem," she shrugged.

"But the elf will be."

"I can handle her. I've got room for a third mission if you need anything else while we're out," she chuckled.

"The egg can't fall into the wrong hands. It's too powerful, too dangerous," Viren reminded. "Whatever happens, whatever accidents or tragedies may occur, above all else, you must return with that egg."

"Good."

"One question," she prodded, "Say we're attacked by giant bumble-scorps and they're all buzzing around like bzzzz and flailing their scorps at us like bzz bzz bzz bzz and I'm forced to choose between saving the egg and saving Soren. What should I do?"

"It seems to me that your brother can handle himself just fine. I recommend getting the wea—the egg."

"True, but what if he really needs my help?" Claudia reiterated. Seeing her father frown, she rolled her eyes, "Geez, tough crowd. It's a joke. Relax, it'll be fine."

"The egg," Viren answered as his daughter began to walk away. "If you have to choose, choose the egg."

Claudia frowned slightly, looking down as she left the room, and with it, she failed to see the wide grin forming on the face of the inquisitor hiding in the shadows.

-.-

"Rayla, can you slow down? It's getting a little tricky," Ezran requested as he trudged through the snow that rose up to his knees.

"Rayla, come on!" Callum whined as he helped pull his little brother up. You're the one who made us take this crazy route, at least let us keep up with you."