We're here. The prison. It looks like a mountain but there's a door. I move my hand and draw a rune. I shoot it forward. The door glows faintly. I look up and the moon peaks through the clouds shining onto the door.

"How do we get in?" Runaan asks.

"That's what I'm afraid of." I say.

"What?" He asks.

"Give me your bow." I say.

"Why?" He asks.

"I won't kill you with it if that's what you're after." I say.

"Okay." He hands me it. 

I take a blade off of it. I pull my hand to it. I slice open my hand.

"Aaravos." Runaan reaches his hand out.

I smear the blood onto the gate. It starts glowing and the blood flows like rain drops around the prison. I bite my lip. I can feel the map breaking. I can feel... nothing. I cannot sense his presence. It forms a small hole, carved in to the stone.

"Blood and bone of a celestial." I say.

"That-" He starts.

"Yes." I mutter.

I reach my hand flat out. I move my other hand over it. I wince. I feel the bone shaking in my hand. Blood escapes my mouth. A little more. A little more. I finally manage to rip a small bit of bone out of my hand. I place it into the keyhole. It starts breaking apart.

"Shall we?" I ask.