The Departure

The crisp night air carried a faint hum of residual Magic as the three apprentices stood inside the king's chamber in the Elf Palace. It was clear that the three of them were exhausted but it was overshadowed by the fire of accomplishment in their eyes.

For twenty-four relentless hours, they had pursued the elusive remnants of Magic left behind when the masked figure had torn open the portal. The trail had been faint right now cause he had created it with different kind of Magic foreign to them. Its nearly lost to time, but they had done it.

One of the apprentices named Vaelin, stepped forward and bowed deeply before the two kings, his sounds steady despite the fatigue he felt.

"We have found it, Your Majesty," he said. "The Magic residue was nearly disperse but we managed to follow its faint traces through the diagram made by Master Saeldir. When the the order comes, we can reopen the portal to that world."