We all walk in to the tomb, me holding poor marcassin hand as he shivers in fear from the dark.

"The legendary wand must be in here..." Oliver muttered, walking towards a giant stone box.

It opened by itself, and the wand began to float up from the box, the light emanating off of it lighting up the whole grave.

"The legend wand... Mornstar.." Oliver mutters, gently picking it up.

Despite myself, I feel a pang of jealousy. I was promised that wand, and not Oliver! But I suck it up and settle for scowling at the wall, clutching marcassin hand a LITTLE harder than needed.

'You have done well' my head snaps up at that voice, all fury forgotten. Is that...

"W-who are you!" Oliver yells, and my eyes widen. It's doodle- uh, I mean.... Gallus....

"I am one who guides the fate of the world. And yes,I was the one to summon you here to this time. I had scant choice but to bring you here, for in your time Mornstar has been... Mislaid. For my boldness, my apologies. Know that countless trials lay ahead of you. I wish you well"

I sigh as he disappears.

"He's gone..." Oliver murmered, before looking at the wand.

"Well... I have the wand, but the spell?" I sigh and toss him the paper describing breach time. "Here"

He catches it and blinks at me in suprise. "Why did you have it?"

I look away and answer honestly. "I was under the impression I would be using Mornstar, so I took it. But since it's yours, have it"

He gives me a funny look, but nods.