Turning around, the mage made for the door the ice sorcerer told him about. If this woman was as tough as he made her out to be, this could turn into quite a welcome diversion from his journey. After all, what would a few days difference be to a book that had been sitting for thousands of years?

The door opened with a slightly unsettling creek as the hinges rubbed against each other, moonlight spilling out from the threshold. Looking forward, he saw what looked like a park, the path illuminated by electric lamps. Stepping out into this strange realm, more lights met his eyes; lights that stretched into the sky.

Slightly taken aback by this strange sight, he nearly missed the silhouette of a woman coming right for him. My target, no doubt, he thought as he prepared himself.

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(Avy by insaney, sig by an assortment of various ZUers present and past. You know who you are. =3)
Figments of my Imagination.