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Chapter 7 Driz took the shining disk gingerly. It burned against his palm. One side held a six-point star design of two interlocking triangles. He flipped it over. The other side bore a runic inscription that flickered and danced so much he could not read it. Odd, he could not recall his mother ever using or even carrying it with her. In fact, he could not remember ever seeing the medallion at all until Cory had retrieved it. The object certainly was charged with energy, but how could he make a weapon of it? A pitched battle raged around him now, the burly guardsmen wielding spears and swords, even a few crossbows and miniature hand-held cannons that shot blazing hot bits of molten metal. The mage force fought back with an equal variety of wands and staffs, spells and incantations. While