"I know everything," the figure replied. "I suspect even the ogre would not recognise me, the Sh'ara would however."
"The what?" Jake said, jumping as he saw the two cloaked figures kneel in front of the newcomer. "Who...what..."
"Gaia," one of the figures said. "Our world made manifest and the last of a race who existed long before even the dragons did. My queen, what brings you here."
"The weapon you seek to destroy cannot be destroyed by any magic or weapons you could comprehend, it can be destroyed by this though." It reached out a hand and suddenly a sword appeared in it. "The Dawnstar blade, said to have been forged in the heart of your sun itself. But...there is a catch."
"The Dawnstar curse," the ogre said, smiling at the confusion on most of the other's faces. "The dragonkin have legends of that blade. To use it requires an immense amount of energy but...it kills the wielder. If Gaia is offering this then we are in more danger than I thought."