Dalgar and Aurora stood on the hill watching the great battle below.  Although the castle had a greater number of men, the Kingdom forces were slaughtering Mordac’s magicians.

    “How did the Army react so swiftly?” asked Aurora.  “We only told them yesterday where they could find Mordac.”

    “That is not the regular Kingdom Army,” answered Dalgar.  “Look at the uniforms.  Those are Targa Rangers.  They must have found Mordac’s castle on their own.  It is a good thing we got out of there when we did.”

    “There are not that many Rangers,” mused Aurora, “and yet they seem to be receiving very little resistance.”

    “The Black Devils must have been surprised by the Rangers,” concluded Dalgar.  “There is a lesson to be learned here, Aurora.  We must remember that magic does not always win.  If those forces met on a battlefield, the Rangers would not stand a chance.”

    “Well, at least we know that Mordac will not be searching for Sarac,” stated Aurora.  “We will have no competition for the rewards of finding Sarac.”

    “I wish we had brought the Book of the Beginning with us,” lamented Dalgar.  “Now it will end up in Targan hands.  I think we had better be on our way.  We need to find the Junction to Sarac’s Universe before Jenneva or Egam does.  Where should we start looking?”

    “On the plains in the Gordo Region where Sarac left this Universe,” explained Aurora.  “I passed the spot on my way to Mordac’s initial meeting.  There is a little pile of stones there to mark the spot.  I suggest we get moving before the Rangers decide to search the surrounding hills for more Black Devils.”

    The two magicians picked up their bags and set out for the Tor Pass, which would take them into the Northlands and towards the monument to Sarac.

    Alex crouched in the bushes, straining his ears to pick up the tiniest sound.  He knew the elf patrol was fairly close, but he had not been able to see them yet.  Within moments he saw the patrol marching down the narrow forest path, yet he still could not hear them walking.  He waited patiently as the six elves passed his hidden spot and soundlessly crept out of the bushes and followed the small group.  Alex had to balance his need for speed with the requirement for silence as he hurried to catch up with the last elf in the patrol.  The slightest sound would give him away before he had the chance to attack.

    Alex was right behind the last elf as the patrol rounded a bend in the trail.  He reached out and clasped one hand over the elf’s mouth as his other hand went for the elf’s bow to keep it from falling.  The elf tried to turn and Alex lifted him off the ground and held him quietly until the patrol was well ahead.  He leaned close to the struggling elf and whispered, “You’re dead.”

    Alex released his hold on the elf and turned him around.  The Ranger Colonel held a finger to his lips and pointed to the ground.  The elf scowled as he sat down on the path and Alex took off down an intersecting path.  He could not hope to race after the patrol without being detected, but he could take a different path and hope to ambush the elves in another spot.  Their patrols were too consistent and Alex knew the route they would be taking, but he would have little time to get into position.

    Alex found the second spot he planned on using and slid under cover just moments before the elf patrol came into view.  They did not seem to be aware that one of their team was missing and passed by.  Alex crept out and followed the group again.  Once again he grabbed the last elf in line, but the elf’s foot hit a bush as Alex was lifting him off his feet.  The entire patrol turned as one with their bows leveled at Alex.

    Alex lowered the captured elf as Prince Rigal came marching back from the front of the patrol.  The elf Prince stood there a while looking back down the trail for the sixth elf that was supposed to be in the patrol.

    “He’s back over where the trail bends to the south,” Alex declared.

    “Incredible,” complimented the Prince.  “I would not have believed that a human could be so silent.  You are a very extraordinary human, Alex.”

    “Thank you, Prince Rigal,” Alex said.  “I have had an excellent teacher.  Your methods are indeed silent.”

    Prince Elgorn came down the path with the sixth member of the elf patrol.

    “Even still,” stated the Prince, “I have never known a human who could utilize them.  I must admit that it worries me some.  We have grown to believe that we would hear anyone who entered our forest.  If you can learn these methods, other humans may learn them as well.  How are we to stop humans from sneaking into Glendor if these methods are spread?”

    “Very easily, Prince Rigal,” Alex offered.  “Your patrols are too consistent.  I knew where you would be and where I could hide.  Vary the patrols and I could not repeat my attack.  Also, as your men are marching and checking left and right, have them turn their heads just enough to detect the next man in the patrol.  That way if the last man is taken, you will know it immediately.”

    Prince Rigal nodded to Alex and embraced his brother, Prince Elgorn.  “I see that your scouting mission is complete, Elgorn.  What news do you bring?”

    “The goblins are not making any moves southward as was suspected,” reported Prince Elgorn.  “They do not appear to be making any preparations to move anywhere.  I guess the reports were wrong.  I am pleased to be back home and to see Alex visiting again.  Are you trying to make an elf out of him?”

    “Indeed, he is learning to move like one of us,” answered Prince Rigal.  “I am glad for him, but concerned with a human’s ability to move like us.”

    Prince Elgorn laughed.  “Do not be concerned, brother.  Alexander Tork is no longer human.  Come, I require food after my journey.  Let us retire to the village and talk.”

    Alex and Prince Rigal exchanged quizzical glances and joined Prince Elgorn on the path to the village.  Alex prepared three plates of food while the two Princes reported to King Gondoral.  Jenneva and Galdan came and joined Alex for the midday meal.  Alex kissed Jenneva and asked, “So, how is my favorite magician doing in her studies?”

    “Galdan is a wealth of information,” answered Jenneva.  “I have learned much about healing and the traditions of the elves.  How do your forest games go?”

    “Very well,” responded Alex.  “Prince Rigal is a good commander and a good teacher.  He has me doing things that I never thought I would be able to do.  You certainly have a strange idea of a honeymoon, but I must admit that I am enjoying it immensely.  Prince Elgorn has returned from his scouting mission.”

    “Good,” declared Jenneva.  “As soon as Egam arrives, we can begin talking about the rest of our honeymoon.”

    “What do you mean, the rest of our honeymoon?” asked Alex.  “I should be returning to Tagaret soon.”

    “You have no need to return to Tagaret yet,” answered Jenneva.  “Mitar and David have the Rangers and Red Swords under control.  Besides, I asked King Byron to excuse you for an extended period of time and he was very accommodating.”

    “Even still,” asked Alex, “what does that have to do with Prince Elgorn and Egam?”

    “Egam will be going with us,” responded Jenneva.  “King Gondoral also wanted us to wait until Prince Elgorn returned before we left because Prince Rigal will be going with us.”

    “An elf Prince and your Master are going with us on our honeymoon?” asked Alex.  “Why is this beginning to bother me?”

    Jenneva laughed as the two elf Princes joined the discussion.  Prince Rigal sat with a frown upon his face.  “Don’t worry, Alex,” he stated.  “It bothers me, as well.  I have heard that we are going to have to suffer a dwarf with us.”

    “Prince Rigal,” Galdan offered, “this trip is being made to promote dwarf-elf harmony as well as other reasons.  If we are to live in peace with our neighbors, you must make an effort to understand the dwarves.”

    “I understand dwarves just fine,” the dark Prince spat.  “They are warlike and evil and desire for themselves what is ours.  I would wager that only one of us returns.”

    Galdan frowned and Alex asked, “Why is it that everyone knows where we are going except me?  Are we going to visit the dwarves?”

    “Perhaps,” Galdan replied.  “We hope that you are going to visit the elves, but maybe you will find dwarves instead.”

    “There has been no reason to discuss the trip yet,” interrupted Jenneva.  “We are going to try to reach the Universe of Elderal, land of the elves.  Egam is out now, searching for the entrance to the Universe.  He will be leading us on this expedition.  Prince Rigal is going as the representative of the elves.  The dwarves are sending a representative because we do not know what Universe we will actually be going to.  Egam and I have theories about where we will end up, but nobody really knows.”

    Alex was stunned.  He looked around the table to see if they were playing a joke on him, but everyone appeared serious.  “I have to believe that going to another Universe entails a certain amount of risk.  Why would King Gondoral send one of his sons on such a dangerous mission?  Couldn’t we just tell him if we found this Elderal?”

    “This trip is really for the benefit of the elves,” answered Galdan.  “The Medallion of Prince Geltim is to be taken as proof that his descendants still live.  Only those of royal blood can carry the medallion.  Prince Rigal or Prince Elgorn must be part of the expedition and Prince Rigal volunteered.”

    “That was before I knew a dwarf was going,” conceded Prince Rigal.  “Still, elves are not afraid of danger.  Were the expedition canceled, I would still go alone.”

    “Egam and I would not let this opportunity pass,” added Jenneva.  “We welcome the company of Prince Rigal.  I hope that you will come also, Alex.  I do not wish to part from you, but this is something I cannot miss.  I need to understand what I have read in the Book of the Beginning so that I can determine the threat of Sarac returning.  I have explored the histories of the elves and the dwarves and I believe we have discovered their origins in this Universe.  Our expedition will prove or disprove my theory.  Do you understand?”

    Alex remained silent and everyone’s attention was riveted on him.  Alex finally reached out and held Jenneva’s hand.  “I cannot let you go without me, but from now on I want to know everything that is going on.  No more leaving me in the dark.  I want to know about your theory and what we expect to find in this other Universe.  Will they speak the same language that Prince Rigal has been teaching me?”

    “They will unless they’re dwarves,” chuckled Prince Elgorn.  “Our language is the same as that of Prince Geltim’s.”

    “Is that why you have been teaching me the elf ways?” Alex asked Prince Rigal.

    “Yes,” the dark Prince answered.  “If it comes to battle, you and I must protect the party.  We cannot depend on a dwarf and you have progressed exceedingly well.  I am pleased you have decided to come.”

    “How much time do we have left before we depart?” Alex asked.

    “Until Egam returns,” answered Galdan, “and we must use that time wisely.  Come, Jenneva, it is time for us to continue our work.”

    Prince Rigal also rose.  “Elgorn, help Alex with the language for me.  I have a certain patrol that I have to admonish.”

    When they were alone, Alex asked Prince Elgorn, “What did you mean about me being not human?”

    Prince Elgorn gave Alex a puzzled look.  “Did you not know?  When you were injured in Tor, Galdan and I came to your aid.  You were in great need of blood and Galdan gave you some of mine.  You have royal elfin blood flowing through your veins.  You are as a half-brother to me.”

    “Jenneva told me that Galdan healed me and even sailed to Tagaret with me,” Alex said, “but I was unaware of your gift.  I am forever indebted to you, Prince Elgorn.”

    “As I will be to you, Alex, if you return Prince Rigal back to Glendor,” the fair Prince stated.  “I worry about his temper, especially in the company of a dwarf.  If anything happens to Egam, you must become the leader of the group.  An elf will not follow the lead of a dwarf and a dwarf will not follow Prince Rigal.  Bring my brother home to me, Alex.”

    “I promise, Prince Elgorn,” declared Alex.  “If any elfin blood from this Universe stays in Elderal, it will be mine rather than Prince Rigal’s”

    Egam and Prince Tergota, Prince of Talman, stood before King Tugar and Queen Gilas.  “The Junction has been found, King Tugar.  All that remains is to assemble the group that will be going.  Everyone besides your son and myself are currently in Glendor awaiting my word to assemble.”

    “Very well,” stated the King.  “Prince Tergota will await the rest of the group on the surface where you have indicated.  He will be given the Dagger of King Arak, as a guarantee of our existence should you actually reach the original Lanto.  The fate of my son is in your hands, Egam.  Do not return without him.”

    “I shall not, Your Highness,” promised Egam.

    “And I will not serve under an elf,” declared Prince Tergota.

    “You shall not have to,” stated Egam.  “Colonel Alexander Tork will be second in command so that neither elf nor dwarf should suffer under the command of the other.”

    “You are a wise man, Egam,” conceded the King.  “Were it otherwise, this expedition would not be possible.  We look forward to your safe return.”

    “In two weeks time, we will assemble at the point I described,” Egam said.  “I am off for Glendor.  Farewell.”

    Dalgar and Aurora reached the monument to Sarac and cast the Path Finder spell.  They gazed about the plain looking for some sign of a Junction, but nothing was visible.

    “What are we looking for, Aurora?” Dalgar asked.

    “The Book of the Beginning said a shimmering light,” answered Aurora.  “Maybe the monument is in the wrong place.”

    Dalgar sat on the small pile of rocks that made up the monument and sighed.  “If this isn’t the right place how will we ever find the Junction?”

    Aurora plopped her weary body down on the grass and laid back.  Almost immediately, she jumped back to her feet.  “Dalgar!  Look up.”

    Directly above Dalgar, about ten feet in the air, was a large area of shimmering air.  “Yes!  Now all we have to do is figure a way to get up there.”

    Aurora looked around the area of the monument.  There were lots of rocks and some boulders available, but the two magicians would not be able to lift them.  “We could use magic to slide that big boulder over to here, but that would still not be high enough,” she declared.

    Dalgar sat back down on the monument feeling defeated.  “Let’s get some sleep and think about it in the morning,” he offered.

    The next morning, Aurora shook Dalgar to awaken him.  “Dalgar, there is a wagon coming and I have an idea.  Stay down and pretend to have a broken leg.  I’ll wave at the wagon to get them to stop.  Maybe from the top of the wagon, we will be able to reach.”

    Aurora stood on top of the pile of stones and waved frantically.  Eventually, the wagon changed course and headed towards Aurora.  As it got closer, Aurora could see that it contained a painter and his family.  The wagon pulled up next to the monument and stopped.

    “You having troubles, young lady?” the painter asked.

    “Yes, thank you for stopping,” Aurora answered.  “My husband seems to have hurt his leg on this pile of rocks.”

    The painter turned to his wife and son and told them to stretch their legs while he checked the injured man.  He climbed down from the wagon and walked over to Dalgar.

    “What seems to be the problem with your leg?” the painter asked.

    Aurora had drifted towards the wagon and hurled a fireball at the painter’s wife and son.  The painter turned towards the screaming and Dalgar killed him with a flaming projectile.

    Aurora was excited.  She checked the cargo area of the wagon and found several ladders.  “Dalgar, this is better than I thought.  They have lots of ladders back here.  If we can’t reach from the wagon, we certainly can with the ladders.”

    Dalgar cast the Path Finder spell again and positioned the wagon before cutting the horses loose.  Aurora helped him shove a long ladder through the canvas top of the wagon and tie the bottom of the ladder so it would not slide.  Dalgar climbed the ladder and peered through the shimmering Junction.

    “I don’t know if this is working, Aurora.  I don’t see any difference.  Maybe there is no Junction.”

    Aurora motioned for Dalgar to get down and she climbed up the ladder.  When she got to the top, she leaned away from the ladder and looked down.  Then she disappeared.  Dalgar scrambled to the top and peered down at Aurora.

    “How did you know?” he asked.

    “When I leaned out and looked down, there was no wagon,” she answered.  “Come on, jump.  We’ve found Sarac’s Universe.”

    Dalgar jumped through the Junction and joined Aurora.  Together they set off in search of Sarac.

    Egam reached Glendor and announced that he had found the Junction.  Everyone gathered to hear the news.

    “The dwarf records were a big help,” he began.  “Because they were unaware of the terrain, they climbed a section of the mountain that nobody would think of using today.  It’s within ten miles of the pass, but I guess they were in a hurry to get away from the elves or they didn’t bother to look for a pass.  It will be a little rough getting to, but I’m sure we will all make it.”

    “What of the dwarves?” asked Prince Rigal.  “Can we proceed without them?”

    “No,” answered Egam.  “I have already stopped at Talman and they have agreed to send Prince Tergota.  He will be carrying the Dagger of King Arak.  This expedition must be a joint venture between the elves and the dwarves and we must care for one another no matter what our dislikes are.”

    “Agreed,” interrupted Jenneva.  “The purpose for this trip is to show that there is no reason for the hostilities that exist between the two races.  Let us vow not to take these hostilities with us into the other Universe.”

    King Gondoral stared at Prince Rigal.  “My son will do well to heed these words.  A ruler cannot lead a nation with hatred in his heart.  Extend the hand of brotherhood to Prince Tergota during this trip.  There will be plenty of time for your hatred to return, if there is still reason when you return, but on this journey, your life may depend upon the skills of this dwarf Prince.”

    “I will try, father,” the dark Prince offered.

    Prince Elgorn motioned to speak.  “I have gathered supplies for the journey.  There is ample food and drink.  I have included elfin cloaks for our friends, including our dwarf friend.  There are also five quivers of myric quills.”

    “I will have no need for weapons,” Egam stated.

    “Perhaps not,” replied Prince Elgorn, “but myric quills may not be available in the other Universe.  If you and Jenneva carry quivers, there will be an ample supply for others.  Each pack also has a supply of rope.  You will have food for several weeks, but if local game is available, make use of it.  You cannot be certain of the time your journey will take.”

    “We are not even certain that we will be able to return at all,” Alex added.

    “We have no room for pessimism on this trip,” chided Jenneva.  “Remember, this is our honeymoon and you’re supposed to be enjoying it.”

    Alex laughed and everyone’s spirits seemed to be more positive.  The group assembled and said their good-byes.  Two other elves would accompany the group to the Junction to make sure that the party left without diminishing their food supply before departing their Universe.

    The journey to the area of the Junction took a week and the party joined up with Prince Tergota the night before.  The two escort elves departed to return to Glendor and the group headed down the side of the mountain.  The path was narrow and twisted a great deal, but it was not hazardous walking.  When they had proceeded down about half of the mountain, Egam called a halt.

    “We will spend the night here,” he announced.  “We are at the place of the Junction.  In the morning, we will take a step through a portal that has not been used in many years.  If we are lucky, we will travel to Elderal.  If not, we will handle whatever fate has given us.  Make camp.”

    Alex watched the elf and the dwarf stake out spots on opposite sides of the camp area.  During the first day together, neither had spoken to the other.  Prince Tergota refused to wear the elfin cloak and Alex had stuffed it into his pack.  He would have to keep a close watch on these two adversaries to make sure that they both returned alive.  Even though Egam was the group’s leader, Alex didn’t think that the old magician would be able to stand between the two warriors if hostile feelings broke out.

    The night passed without incident and the group broke camp the next morning.  Half an hour down the path, Egam halted the group again.  He turned and surveyed the group and then cast the Path Finder spell.  The path directly in front of Egam shimmered and the group marched through.