The New Queen
Deep, deep below the surface, Oona navigated the many caverns of the Undercity. She took on the guise of a Golgari human and was accompanied only by a clique of faeries, who illuminated the dark tunnels ahead of her. She had to rely on her faeries to do many things; her avatar was simply to weak. That was exactly what she was hoping to rectify by the end of the day.
Earlier she had tracked down one of the few guards who knew of the location of her destination, and easily stole the memory of it right from his rotting mind. There would be one who would solve her problem, assuming that person was willing.
After a few more moments, she had finally reached the room she was seeking. The faeries increased the glow of their wings, giving Oona a clear view of the room and its contents. Above, in the center of the ceiling, was a hanging coffin, made up stone kept together by tightly woven roots. She could feel a dark presence emanating from it, which frightened the small sprites and made sure they kept their distance.
Oona thought to herself; this was good! Such a presence meant that the person had exactly what she needed... power. She walked right below the coffin, and proceeded to float up, keeping only a few feet between herself and it.
"I have come for you... Impostor."
