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Even when she was small, Mystery Jaxon had very little interest in the typical toys of her peers.

The children of the orphanage were all content with cute dolls, cuddly plushies, and brightly colored building blocks. She showed so little inclination for such objects that when her Mentor spotted her toting around a very peculiar doll, he bit down his sudden and near violent instinct to take it away.

How did she get that creepy old thing? It was locked away in his office with The False Tyrant Egg... wasn't it?

In truth, Myst's Mentor (and secret Guardian) had crafted the eerie little voodoo doll with the help of a certain spunky psychic, in case the rest of his siblings needed convincing to go along with Dina, his youngest sister, and her plan to protect Omnicron's only heir. If needed, together they would have created cursed dolls for every one of his uncooperative siblings; Ventra, Luxa, Arqua, and Fona... but the need never fully arose.

Nara's convincing words had been enough, and so the cursed doll project had been abandoned to collect dust in perpetual incompletion...

Until the little eight year old Heiress somehow located Fona's stitched likeness-- or perhaps, it located her. Her Mentor tried not to resonate upon it, it made his teeth itch in a way he couldn't quite put a name to. The often silent child seemed to take true joy from so few things, but what else could be expected of a Queen being raised among common, lowly humans...?

So, Grunda allowed his niece the small joy of her uncanny little companion; even as she grew and the ragged thing became a beloved good luck charm. With the doll's origins strictly secret, with its connection to his younger brother unestablished and unfinished, there couldn't be any real harm in inaction.

Could there?