"Ah Yes, My helm. Seen much have you and I," says Glenn as he fits the
helm to his head, "We will yet again fight together.
As I started the long walk to the portal gate, I began to think about what might be ahead of me and where I should head next. I finally decided to head to the end of time to see the Guru of Time, and the God of War, to see if they have seen my enemy, Magus, since the Day of Lavos.
~~
Glenn says, "Now to activate the Gate Key," as he walks up to the location of the portal. "I just need to turn this to 'End Of Time' and now hit the activate button." I giant gust of wind comes blanketing over the mountain as the portal opens. I stepped in.
~~
I had forgotten how beautiful the flowing colors are from within these portals. I swirl of purples and blues, so beautiful. I believe I will capture this beautiful color within something when I find time. I believe in a Talisman, but back to the task at hand, because I have almost arrived my destination.
~~
I stood and blinked while my eyes and nose adjusted to the darkness and mold smell of this place. I peered around looking for a sign or clue of where I was. The memories of my past adventures, flooding back to me in one glob of unorganized images. Everything slowly pieced itself together like I had remembered it. I stepped through the gate, with eyes wide open, looking for my friend, and mentor, The Guru. He was sitting in the same place he always did, sleeping, leaning against the lamppost in the middle of his small room. He turned to look as the gate creaked shut behind me.
"Frog, oh what a joy to be seeing you here again. What brings you here, my friend?"
"I had a question, friend."
"And what might that be?"
"Since the Day of Lavos, seven years ago, have you seen the Dark Mage, Magus?"
"Actually. I saw him not to long ago. I believe you may find him in 12,000 BC. He came storming through, mumbling about finding, Schala and his cat, but you mat want to verify that with my friend in the next room."
"Oh yes, oh shall like to speak to The God of War before I, yet again, depart. I believe I shall do so right now."
I walked to the heavy looking brown wooden door. It was now adorned with a small piece of wood painted with the words "The God of War, Spekkio!" in dripping red paint. The door creaked as I inched it open . . . .
As I started the long walk to the portal gate, I began to think about what might be ahead of me and where I should head next. I finally decided to head to the end of time to see the Guru of Time, and the God of War, to see if they have seen my enemy, Magus, since the Day of Lavos.
~~
Glenn says, "Now to activate the Gate Key," as he walks up to the location of the portal. "I just need to turn this to 'End Of Time' and now hit the activate button." I giant gust of wind comes blanketing over the mountain as the portal opens. I stepped in.
~~
I had forgotten how beautiful the flowing colors are from within these portals. I swirl of purples and blues, so beautiful. I believe I will capture this beautiful color within something when I find time. I believe in a Talisman, but back to the task at hand, because I have almost arrived my destination.
~~
I stood and blinked while my eyes and nose adjusted to the darkness and mold smell of this place. I peered around looking for a sign or clue of where I was. The memories of my past adventures, flooding back to me in one glob of unorganized images. Everything slowly pieced itself together like I had remembered it. I stepped through the gate, with eyes wide open, looking for my friend, and mentor, The Guru. He was sitting in the same place he always did, sleeping, leaning against the lamppost in the middle of his small room. He turned to look as the gate creaked shut behind me.
"Frog, oh what a joy to be seeing you here again. What brings you here, my friend?"
"I had a question, friend."
"And what might that be?"
"Since the Day of Lavos, seven years ago, have you seen the Dark Mage, Magus?"
"Actually. I saw him not to long ago. I believe you may find him in 12,000 BC. He came storming through, mumbling about finding, Schala and his cat, but you mat want to verify that with my friend in the next room."
"Oh yes, oh shall like to speak to The God of War before I, yet again, depart. I believe I shall do so right now."
I walked to the heavy looking brown wooden door. It was now adorned with a small piece of wood painted with the words "The God of War, Spekkio!" in dripping red paint. The door creaked as I inched it open . . . .
