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Stheno
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She had watched for many years for the scepter to show itself. Finally, the council would choose the bearer of this strong and powerful artifact... she was ready. She knew she was a shoe in. She had saved hundreds, killed more, contained demons of mass power, bent their wills, even converted a few. She was no force to be tangled in, her powers in the elementals and necromancy were almost unheard of. She smiles, thin red lips contorted thinking of the power she would receive. She never thought there would be a contender. She never thought she may not be handed the scepter. She was not aware of the fight. The challenge. The trial.