As he knelt on an altar in the dark room surrounded by the onlookers, Aryan watched them all. With his gift he sensed out each one, making sure that they were ready to do what needed to be done. An old wizened man, who had been watching the twenty-two year old wizard, stepped forward holding a book in one hand, and a strange jewel encrusted scepter in the other.
"Are you prepared Aryan?"
He looked at his old friend with as much warmth as he could muster under the circumstances.
"I am, Wizard Zorander, please start the ritual."
With a flare of torchlight several women dressed in flowing read garments, Sisters of the Light, circled round and took hands, beginning a chant. As a web of light erupted around Aryan, Zeddicus Zul'Zorander, First Wizard of the Midlands, struck the altar with the scepter. The scepter broke asunder and with a burst of fiery light, the young wizard was gone.
Wizard Zorander stood stoically looking at the place where the most important person to the future of all the New World once stood, while the Sisters untangled themselves from the blast of Subtractive and Additive magic released by the scepter.
"May the good spirits protect him, for all of our sake."
The Prelate of the Sisters of the Light, Verna Sauventreen stepped forward. She held a large book in her hands.
"Zeddicus, the constructed spell contained within the scepter should send the boy back to just before the events of our undoing took place. Hopefully with our assistance, we can lead them through the event and down the correct fork in the prophecy, before the Seeker was taken and the Mother Confessor was killed."