Portal for One
What can I tell you? Gates open all the time across Britannia, but this one wasn’t blue or red. This one was flat black.
Ilyana was off to the east attending vampire business with Duke Draven, moving up in the ranks of undead society with the nobles, talking about the price of land when that gate dropped thirty feet from me.
I had been tending our herb garden, picking what was ripe, rooting out what was weed. I stood, dusting off my hands, waiting for someone to step out. But nobody did. I was beginning to think it was for me.
The gate resembled a flat black scar, a scar stretching from the ground to at least two meters. I could easily go through. I knew gate magic, and I’d rather it be me who found out about the gate’s destination than Ilyana. I had been through…
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