"I’m sorry, Gordd. I do not like it either, but you know very well I cannot change what the Book of Fate writes. It chooses everyone’s destiny, not I. If I could I would rather not have it." He felt sorrow for Gordd and for Ned. The only part he hated about his job, being the Keeper of Fate, was to know and reveal the sad fates, the fates that tore people apart, the fates that people were killed in, and the fates that took people from their loved ones. "Gordd…I will tell you what is to become of your great grandson now.

"This is the passage that was written in the book of fate, followed by most of what I will tell you.

"When the Winds of Change swoop down, the one blood of the immortalized in time will be the only chance. They will take him to another world. Dead, yet not totally dead he is. For him to return whence he came he must master the Sheer. But first he must put the pieces together or else the one commanding the magic will reign supreme over both worlds. This world will not only be conquered but so will his own, if he does not prevail in this battle of fate. He will have to choose his life or his friend’s life. Fate has set its course with this one. It must be either him or the freedom of all people…

"Now let me explain this." Gordd was on the verge of tears he knew this passage was about Ned. He knew that the last part meant Ned would die. "Now, Gordd, listen to me. I assure you your boy will be fine." Jared felt bad guaranteeing anything. With the Book of Fate, nothing could be guaranteed. "Ok, let me begin. There are two worlds. There is this one that you and your friends, family, people you don’t even know live in. Then there is the other realm. That is a place almost exactly the same as yours yet almost exactly the opposite."

Gordd nodded. "Yes, I have read about this from the Philosopher - Stanson. He described it almost exactly as you did."

"Yes, well Stanson was more of a prophet than a philosopher."

"Thought so," said Gordd showing a faint joy at being right about it.

"Anyway, in this other world the man you know as Cyrus Carbon is free, and conquering the land -."

"Yes, I remember Cyrus. When training to become a wizard I had been his roommate at the Wizard’s Palace, the school for magic; I’m sure you know about it. When we grew older, he began to be greedy. He wanted power, wanted control. He began killing administrators in the school, when they weren’t expecting it. No one knew it was him until one day when we were about to graduate from the palace, he was trying to kill one of the administrators I had known quite well, when I caught him on the spot. He told me to just walk away, pretend nothing happened, and he would let me live. But I knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. I was the more powerful wizard at the time. I restrained him with a very powerful barrier spell, which was taught to me by my favorite teacher, and had him reported to the High Wizard, who was in charge of the school. He is still locked up until this day.

"What I did not know then was that Cyrus had placed an eternal presence spell on himself. This spell would give Cyrus eternal aging, and even if he was killed he would wonder this place as a banshee, the evil spirits which we know of, except he would have power unlike any other banshee.