The year 2020. It was late that night. A mostly abandoned granary compound, with mostly leaves scattered on the ground just because it was the season of fall, was long unvisited until just very recently. Four wheels bringing six-hundred horses worth to what most say as a muscle car with its headslight on, was approaching the main compound's gates. The black car slows down for a bit, with its driver contemplating. The rusted gate was busted open, with the unprotected gates mostly still attached on the hinges of the entryway. With no delay, the car was driven forward, gently tapping the damaged gate open as it still hanged from the top hinges. The car proceeds into the compound and stopped right at the main building. It was a short drive in the area, since the other buildings except the rusting main granary building was the point of interest.

The driver having spikes for a hairdo while colored jet black, decided to browse for his pocket and bring out his wallet. Looking at the license card, he groans. Remembering his name was Josh Simmons with an age of 29, he also takes another thing to mind. 'Don't need this where I'm going.' He thought of this just before putting the wallet down on the passenger seat. "No coming back now."

As Josh dismounts from his modified Dodge Charger and closes the door, locking it behind him. Looking at the old granary that was mostly rusting and dimly lit up by the moonlight's rays, he raises his wrist to his face and with light and a small holographic image, he looked at a certain magical rune... one with ancient language and significance. He softly nods to himself before he walks forward and puts away the image from his wrist until he heard another vehicle from behind him and stopped walking. Turning to the main gate, he sees a black Mercedes sedan driving in casually just as he has. He cursed in a mutter before he started to walk back, past his car and just at the spot where the Mercedes has stopped, behind his vehicle. The lights were shining right at him.

"Not amused," Josh said. "You could have left it alone."

The driver of the Mercedes turned off the engine of his car and dismounts. He's revealed to be wearing a suit, complete with a black set of gloves and shoes. Like Josh, this man had black hair. The notable dark blue eyes were a reminder. Josh was looking at his father Troy Simmons now walking to him. "Well I couldn't really ignore what you've done just to get here." He spoke with a raspy voice since he's come with age in his 50's. "Listen to me. Nobody blames you or anyone else on that. Grant speaks the truth about the relations breaking down, and this is inevitable anyway."

"Warlocks and Witches were supposed to be allies, no matter differences were made between them in the past. Dad... I fail to see why it would be a waste for relations to die down. I'm not having that, since everyone else besides those with magic are right in the middle of this." Josh emphasized a few things while making gestures to make his point. "Those people who I've sacrificed my girlfriend for and the rest of my friends just to get our coven to trust us again, are still at large. They might pursue peace, but we can't wait for them to do anything, not until the war's ongoing or it's over. And by hell, it'll be too late."

"This is your conscience speaking?"

"Dad, it's always been my conscience ever since I took up that oath as a Warlock Protector!" Josh looked at his father Troy, showing sincerity through his eyes. "I've gotten this far of what I'm looking into. And if I'm right about this... we could have representatives from another world to put up a bridge for peace again... not just for political disputes, but for the sake of morals."

Troy slightly smiled before it faded just as quickly for his indifference. "Doesn't matter if the coven eventually expels you. You'll be an outsider and you won't have much to do."

"Can't beat the system, huh? I'd rather shake it up and bring results. Who says it isn't fun? Now... I better get to it and get to the other world. Now if you'll excuse me..." Josh said this as he walked back and turned around to walk towards the rusted granary.

"Wait," Troy called. Groaning in defeat, he walks to his son. "What do you know of the other world?"

Josh chuckled and looked back to his father. "Well..." He then turned towards the granary and invokes a silent spell to let him see in darkness. He acknowledges his father would follow suit and proceeded to explain. "It's a place where magic exists and it's pretty fantastic. The youngest generations tend to do more at the time I'll be arriving though. For some reason, they're fighting an enemy." He said this just as he enters the large old granary building, looks around and sees the conveyor belts and machines that weren't taken before the granary was abandoned.

Troy listens intently. 'If he knows what's good for him, he should learn some more...'

"This enemy seems to be of another origin... not from the Earth. They called it Neuroi. And... What's weird is... the world was mostly dominated by non-magic folk and protected by witches. Almost no sign of living warlocks and it bothers me. Who lives without warlocks anyway?"

"Warlocks, or wizards. They're only part of the world based on culture and beliefs, son. I think you know how to flex your beliefs even for a bit." Troy said this, as he followed Josh down a set of stairs. The stairs weren't hidden and were accessible to them both, and he was having a feeling the case isn't usually seen. "I got a feeling this granary was exploited. If those who raided this place didn't pick the machinery clean, then they must be after something else. According to the records, this place was decommissioned 3 years ago."

"…and forgotten," Josh said as he turned to a corridor reaching that corner. "The Witches were at least wise to cover the truth of their existence from non-magic's. Make sense if you want a population to avoid panic or placing mistrust. Doesn't make a difference now once Warlocks are being searched for a while now."

"Well you DID lead the charge against the Darks." Troy replied and chuckled. "…reckless as it may be, but effective. I doubt there were others in your place who'd do the right thing and defeat Ashfeld."

"He's a bastard who deserves to rot in the core of the Dark's ancient heart. At least he's experiencing what he deserves." Josh said that and stopped walking. "He was my friend. But he's devoted to an ideal that destroys the population with a plan that kills indiscriminately, whether the target is witch, warlock, or any other. I had to put him down… put a balance in this world as it should. I find it cruel, but I think it's the only reason why I'm like this now. A guy who kills his friends… and it makes him stained, being told he's just doing it for fun. Most who knew me wouldn't understand. So I quit explaining and walked away." Josh said this and kept walking, briefly sensing Troy had delayed to walk as the father was probably contemplating on what his son said. And Troy eventually catches up to Josh.

As Troy was being led to a basement room, blue magic runes marked on a wall were glowing. He spotted it together with Josh and they examined it. "Extending from the wall to the floor. Alaxair Runes. Looks like you arrived in the right place. This is the warp point."

Josh sighs and looks at his father. "One way, of course."

"What?"

"Look… It doesn't matter. It's not like I'd changed my mind I weren't gonna devise a way back."

"Now you're risking it, Josh! You're reckless in this, and you can't promise it to yourself that you'd fine warp runes from the other side!"

"They got some pretty good magic there, so I got higher chances of making one than locating it myself."

Troy groaned, glaring at Josh. "You're stubborn in this… What kind of witch would follow you back?! Remember the rule of these types of runes: The minimum requirement is that a witch activates it and it is she who gets to be a conduit for the transfer. That means… she comes with you to any world you set the rune's destination to, assuming you'd make a two-way rune unlike this one. Josh… I don't know if you can find a witch that skillful to help you."

Josh sighed. "I'll take my chances with the odds I've got, Dad. Now… Are you gonna help me or not?" He said this, looking at the rune and held his hands forward. Closing his eyes, his magic started to flow from his body, letting his hands slightly glow whitish-blue.

Troy chuckled. "One stubborn asshole having a stubborn son. I think I enjoy this." He then closes his eyes and puts his arms forward, letting his magic flow through the same as Josh is doing. "Let's dictate at the same time, son, and concentrate."

The both of them then recited a one-way warp spell in Latin: "Producat in lucem ac tenebras et aperire hoc modo mundus quia uno. Sit mihi magicae vires de tuo influunt per venas sanguine extinguitur. Haec mando vobis: ex Alaxair rune." Then as the rite is recited, the rune glows brighter. The two of them opened their eyes to find that the extended runes opened a gateway.

Josh smiled, seeing the gateway was finally open. "So… What exactly is-!"

Troy had no choice but to push Josh in immediately. As he saw that there were figures running into their direction, he had only to protect his son. His only regret is to see through his son's true beliefs. 'You better succeed and make this world at peace again if you can…!'

As for Josh, he screamed, fearing for his father, falling into the gateway of blue streaks, seeing his father defend the gateway just until he saw the gateway was closing. Screaming his father's name, his only hope now was to survive, while he is accompanied by sadness. The pressure of the gateway was increasing and his journey took long. He looked towards the other end of the gateway, feeling like gravity is taking over but his vision was telling him he moved forward. 'Of all things I've experienced… it's this, taking too long that hasn't been done yet. How far is this world anyway?!'

He wouldn't know that what reality he would step into, was a completely different reality…