He's found it.
Finally, after searching for thousands of years, he has found it!
Well, sort of, anyway. The door is here - he needs the others to help him open it.
He scribbles notes on four separate sheets of paper, then, using another trick he picked up from a witch when he lived on the Isle of Mists, he magically sends all four notes to the other memebers of the circle.
That having been accomplished, he sits at the base of the tree and begins to focus on the doorway he has found. It occurs to him that, since he had been, for the longest time, the last remaining of the Guardians, he would not be able to find the doorway into their quarters. Of course, the opposite is true, as well - no one else would be able to unless five Guardians were chosen, and once the circle had been broken, the door could not be opened unless all five Guardians were present to perform the ceremony to re-forge the circle. Once the door was opened, of course, any one of them could enter the quarters at any time, until the circle was broken - then the door would close again, waiting for the Guardians to remake their circle once more.
So many rules. When he had first been introduced to magic, he had been astounded to find that magic always has certain rules to follow, and that without certain things being set it could not be performed. Now, of course, he's used to it, but still, it fascinates him as much now as it did then the sometimes strict rules that are set in place.
As he focuses, the amulet at his throat begins to glow with brilliant, amethyst-shaded light. After a moment, a mist begins to form, seeming to swirl in from the very air itself, surrounding the tree at which he sits with a thick, almost impenetrable fog...
Finally, after searching for thousands of years, he has found it!
Well, sort of, anyway. The door is here - he needs the others to help him open it.
He scribbles notes on four separate sheets of paper, then, using another trick he picked up from a witch when he lived on the Isle of Mists, he magically sends all four notes to the other memebers of the circle.
That having been accomplished, he sits at the base of the tree and begins to focus on the doorway he has found. It occurs to him that, since he had been, for the longest time, the last remaining of the Guardians, he would not be able to find the doorway into their quarters. Of course, the opposite is true, as well - no one else would be able to unless five Guardians were chosen, and once the circle had been broken, the door could not be opened unless all five Guardians were present to perform the ceremony to re-forge the circle. Once the door was opened, of course, any one of them could enter the quarters at any time, until the circle was broken - then the door would close again, waiting for the Guardians to remake their circle once more.
So many rules. When he had first been introduced to magic, he had been astounded to find that magic always has certain rules to follow, and that without certain things being set it could not be performed. Now, of course, he's used to it, but still, it fascinates him as much now as it did then the sometimes strict rules that are set in place.
As he focuses, the amulet at his throat begins to glow with brilliant, amethyst-shaded light. After a moment, a mist begins to form, seeming to swirl in from the very air itself, surrounding the tree at which he sits with a thick, almost impenetrable fog...