Disclaimer: It's not mine no matter how much I wish. 'Course this disclaimer probably isn't either. This picks up after the Goblet of Fire. Yes, I've read all the books. I just choose to disregard certain deaths.

Prologue

Elra paced the inner walls of the Sacred Planning Room. Here, the great warriors of his country's rich history had planned major wars and prepared the defenses of the powerful archipelago. Now a much more vital operation was undergoing, an operation that he had no part in, making him feel completely useless. As he turned the last corner of the wall and once again stood, with the door at his back, he marvelled that such a simple plan came from a young child. A desperate runaway wanting to prove that she could make it on her own was disgruntled that she couldn't disappear as well as the Lost One. It was then that the greatest of the sorcerers, magicians, and seers were escorted into the Sacred Planning Room. A holy room that had never before been entered by one outside of the royal family was currently filled with men and women from all walks of life. Their only common tie was magic and their desperate desire to make the royal family whole again.

Once the group of wise ones had gotten over how such a simple idea had been overlooked in the Hundred Year Quest, they immediately jumped into action. That very same day, the magicians started deconstructing the planning table while the sorcerers tied it to the world. The seers stood along the very walls that Elra paced, just watching the others and talking to each other. Some of the men were appalled that such action was needed while some were thrilled to be a part of a new venture. They all agreed that this time they finally stood to see real success.

"The ties are broken," announced the lead magician as he stepped back, followed by his fellows. The sorcerers stepped forward and leaned over the table. They could only watch as the features of their beloved archipelago melted together into a mess of sand, grass, and water. Eventually the table was covered with an even murky brown mud. A grey sorcerer nodded in sad acceptance of a bypass era and a glow began to surround him and his brethren, the glow combined and as the grey sorcerer touched the table the glow did also. Elra just watched as the table seemed to suck the glow into it and began glowing itself. He had just a simplest grasp of how magic worked, but it seemed scary to see it in action. Through the glow he could just barely make out the brown colour on the table begin to separate back out into blues and greens and greys again. Suddenly, like a rubber band, the glow snapped, separating the glow in half between the sorcerers and the table.

"It's so strong," whispered one of the few women in the room, a young sorceress who was very pale and on the verge of fainting. One of the seers stepped forward and touched the table lightly, watching how the table responded. Elra had no idea what the seer had seen, but the man just nodded.

"We're ready." Knowing his singular job was to control the events to keep them from getting out of control, Elra immediately escorted the magicians and sorcerers out of the room, instructing them to follow a guard to a room where they could rest and eat before going home. Several bags of gold and gems had already been prepared for those assisting in the procedure.

Once the door was once again shut and Elra stationed by the wall again, the seers all clustered around the table, dragging tall stools closer so that they could easily peer down at the table. They numbered four in all, one to each side of the table, each controlling a singular cardinal direction. Intrigued at history in the making, Elra watched in between their shoulders as a large circle of blue and green had appeared in the centre of the table. He was fascinated as the 'still' image slowly rotated on the table. He almost snorted as he remembered several people a long time ago swearing that the land was flat, something that his people had never believed. The seers all clasped hands around the table, concentrating together their goal, an heir to the throne. Their Queen was an immortal for as long as there is no viable heir to the kingdom, but she grew tired. Because of her tie to the island, as she grew tired, so did their home and the people. They all knew that the only way out was to find an heir so the Queen could pass on the title to another. Hopefully, this heir would be able to continue her great legacy. Elra watched as the great circle, the planet, morphed into a single continent, and into progressively smaller pieces of land. It stopped for a while as the seers sat back to take a short break. Elra leaned forward to examine the piece of land visible on the table before him.

"Where is this?" One of the seers, a young man, leaned forward and touched the map before them. He closed his eyes to focus on the information that his senses were supplying him.

"This land has held many names in the past. The current name is England. It is part of a larger piece called Great Britain." Elra nodded and stared at the map.

"This is the land that holds the heir? The Lost One?" An older female seer frowned at the table. Slowly she began to shake her head sadly.

"Most likely not the Lost One, but perhaps her child or even grandchild. The Lost One was never bound to the island, so she is… was not immortal." The man across from her and tapped part of the map, causing it to shift and grow larger.

"It was simpler before because as a person grows up they tend to not wander too far from home. Some do, but most don't. But the closer to the home we get, the more likely the senses we feel from the heir will come from more places than the home." The black haired older man nodded and pointed to a place to the north of the table. Elra couldn't tell anymore if it were true north or not as the image on the table kept shifting around.

"For example, I believe that the child spends much of its time there, but it isn't 'home.'"