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This is the first chapter of my book. I hope you enjoy. In this chapter, Leir finds himself entangled in a destiny beyond his awareness.

Well, the Elders Council found out about his little.... problem... but things will be alright. Won't they?

Deep beneath the earth, a restless dwarf counts cracks in the catacomb ceiling, unaware that something ancient is waking below her. Far above, Persephone destroys flowers out of sheer frustration while Medusa scolds her for sulking, and a demon knight sharpens her cursed blade to the rhythm of dungeon screams. Their worlds collide when the dwarf suddenly emerges from the depths—singed, eyebrow‑less, and carrying news of widening fissures that breathe sulfur and flame. As the ground trembles and a distant cliff collapses, the unlikely quartet realizes they’re standing on the edge of something older, hungrier, and far more dangerous than any of them expected. ---

But there was only one sigil that she recognized from the artifact, a line with a squiggle that ran down it to make it look almost like a spring or a screw. In its description it claimed this sigil was used commonly for teleportation, but the costs of the materials to inscribe the sigil were rather hard to acquire. Apparently it had to be written in fresh blood, but not just any blood. It had to be the blood of a very powerful undead creature.

“Hello there!” The blonde one said cheerily with a wave. “You must be Lady Marabelle.” The redhead said smartly. “Welcome to Witches Club” The brunette said sullenly. “We’ve been expecting you” The black haired one said curtly. “I'm Hama!” The blonde said, even more bubbly than before. Which Dimidel didn’t think possible. “Siobhan.” The redhead said with a polite salute. Dimidel couldn't help but feel a bit disarmed by her presence. “My name is Greta.” The brunette said, edges of gloom piercing every word. “And I am Vera” The raven haired one said

Lucky thing she had hidden, she thought as she heard the woman's footsteps leaving the opposite way. As she stood there hearing the pair depart, their footsteps creating a strange unison, she began to feel angry. How could this be? Should she tell Alarae about this? What if this was normal for Franmia? She had most certainly heard of the political game in Franmia being quite intense, but she feared for what they were planning. What's more, she thought, is that they made it sound like there were more of them. She crept back to her room, no longer in the mood for food. In the place the young girl had been standing were a set of footprints scorched into the stone floor.

Dimidel retired to her chambers. As she settled into her new bed, she took a moment to reflect on the day’s events. Despite her apprehension, she felt a growing sense of determination. She was ready to embrace her new life and face the challenges ahead. She decided to start on the book she had grabbed, it was about a young girl who was set on a journey to find love. As the girls was navigating her fresh adulthood she suddenly had to pick up shop and leave to meet her betrothed. Dimidel related heavily with the moody but serene character, and began to doze with those thoughts of missing home. That night, as she drifted off to sleep, Dimidel couldn’t shake the feeling that her journey was just beginning. The future was uncertain, but she was determined to face it with courage and resolve. And it was with all of those thoughts held that Dimidel began dreaming.

“There it is, on the other side lies your new life as Lady Marabell.” Dimidel froze in the walkway of the room, she wasn't prepared for this. This was not only the first time out of Andimion but also leaving the country? To a strange new land where she would have to be someone she wasnt? Was she ready? Could she actually do this? As she was frantically thinking those thoughts, Lord Arcley laid a hand on her shoulder and said. “You are not alone, and you never will be. We’ll be there every step of the way and if we can't then you can make new servants with ease.” Dimidel was shaken at the thought of losing more of her new friends, but nonetheless his words had strengthened her resolve. “Let us go from this place and do well in our duties.” She said finally, briskly walking into the portal.

King Andil and Queen Chobela had been fussing over princess Dimidel since her return to the castle. At first they detained Ser Breeze, but after Ser Longfollow returned, missing a leg and clutching the left horn of the demon all was explained and he was healed. Lady true was collected and a short service was held and she was buried. The king and queen had heard of the forgotten powers of a witch princess, purely as a legend. And deducing that if there were demonic forces vying for their daughter they ought to do something about it. But that need not involve explaining why they were after her.

Mr. Zeltrude walked up to a stump where he had a cage containing three different creatures. A Frog, a Rabbit, and a Tortoise. “Choose who would be your first subject if you would please your highness.” he said, gesturing to the cage. Still wearing her befuddled expression she hesitantly pointed to the rabbit. Mr. Zeltrude retrieved the rabbit who was bucking wildly and trying to shove off with his feet, until he touched the rabbit's forehead and sent a spell of calming through it. “You need not kiss the animals on the lips, luckily i might say, just a kiss anywhere will do. And you have to say these words, ‘Serve Me Well’. Afterwards the creature will become a person with a role most representing them as an animal. For example if you would? ” He said holding the rabbit out to her. She gingerly held him and pecked him on the cheek, and whispered. “Serve me well."

White: Order, teamwork, protection. Small creatures and control spells. Blue: Knowledge, strategy, manipulation. Counterspells and card draw. Black: Ambition, power, sacrifice. Uses life and resources for advantage. Red: Chaos, emotion, speed. Aggressive damage and hasty creatures. Green: Nature, growth, strength. Big creatures and ramping mana. Each color has its own style, and mixing them creates new strategies!

"Welcome to the world of Magic: The Gathering! Prepare to explore amazing planes, summon powerful creatures, and cast spells that shape your destiny. Your journey as a planeswalker starts here—let the adventure begin!"

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Caleb reaches the Threshold: the bridge itself becomes a locus of light and rupture as boards split and a luminous void yawns beneath him. He confronts Ellery in an underground chamber where spirals pulse across stone and water, and a glowing mark on Caleb’s arm answers with its own rhythm. The scene shifts from investigation to initiation—choices feel irreversible, the town’s quiet fractures into revelation, and Caleb stands at the edge of something that will change him and Fogg forever.

Day 4 deepens the mystery in Fogg as Caleb moves from surface reporting to confronting the town’s hidden patterns. He follows leads, revisits key locations, and forces conversations that reveal more than anyone intended to share. The day pivots on a charged exchange that reframes the lights and spirals as part of a wider, more personal puzzle.

Caleb spends Day 3 following fresh footprints to the creek tunnel: he wades through cold water, finds a half‑submerged entrance framed by twisted roots, and watches faint, spiraling lights rise from the depths. He documents bioluminescent residue, discovers a small metallic device near the threshold, and feels the town’s quiet tighten into something urgent and uncanny as the bridge above hums with distant, rhythmic pulses.

Caleb spends Day 2 digging deeper into Fogg: he interviews wary residents, combs through an antique shop’s secrets, follows fresh footprints to the creek tunnel, and documents strange spiral marks and faint, pulsing lights.

Caleb arrives in Fogg at dusk, a lone traveler drawn to a town of faded signs and quiet motels. He checks into a rundown room, interviews wary locals, and follows whispers about strange lights at Dry Creek Bridge. Small spiral marks and odd patterns begin to appear, turning curiosity into an urgent investigation.

A beginning introduction into the world of Ghealdon. This is a Gods view, looking down on a world he is no longer part of.