Deep down under the earth of a hidden world, in a cavern full of vaults, a deep rumbling sound resonated around, echoing through the deep channels and pathways. This, rather unexpected, noise came from one particular vault, inaccessible to all, even the snarky goblins who run the place. The vault in question, number 37, began to glow a bright, piercing blue, the light slipping through the slight cracks of the vault door. The light ran from ice to fire, leaving a hot light in it's wake. In the middle of the circular room, a crack formed on the floor, which spurted out one single flower. The flower began to flicker, as if not certain of it's placement there, until, the air settled, and the flower began to climb up and transform into a large, old pedestal. The heat soon turned back into it's icy cold, and it began to spread from the base of the pedestal, onto the walls and to the ceiling, which was where the ice gathered directly on top of the pedestal. The room reacted immediately, a dark shadow began to pulse through the ice, collecting up to the tip of the shining icicle hanging from the ceiling. Then, the air turned warmer, not melting the ice, and left a cool summer breeze in the room. Pure, white magic was converted from the dark shadow, and a drip fell onto the stand. The first drop caused a rumbling to start again, and a barrier of piercing rock surrounded the walls. The second drop cause the flower to flicker, but instead the flower formed on the middle rock formation. It grew, until vines and beautiful cherry-blossom petals started decorating the vault. As the last drip of magic fell, a parchment grew from the stone of the pedestal. All magic stopped, and focused on the parchment. A very strong barrier of magic, both light, dark and neutral came together and formed a ward around the parchment. The magic pulsed, and if anyone was watching they'd see an invisible, non-existent person carving runes into the stone pedestal. The rumbling came back once again, in the form of a voice, "Initiation ritual complete." No one outside or high above the vault suspected a thing, no one heard a sound. And the vault remained still and quiet for another 10 years.