In a forgotten, white stone tower nestled high among the cold and craggy mountains:
"We must find it before it falls into the wrong hands," uttered a young, but shapely, girl. She was dressed in sheer robes of brilliant blue.
"Patience, my dear, things shall fall into place, as I have forseen it," replied the old man seated across from her, who was meticulously writing.
"Things could be disastrous if those who know not its power attempt to handle it." The dark-haired girl rose from her cushioned seat, and began to pace about the lavishly decorated room. "There must be something we can do to expedite our efforts, don't you think, Lord?"
The old man did not look up, but simply smiled and continued to write in the small, red, leatherbound book. "The Fates shall see what should come will come."
The girl stopped her pacing and her gaze turned to the small window and down across the windswept plains. "I should think the Fates need to be hurried along to ensure that we succeed."
The old man stopped writing and put down his quill. Rising from his desk, he closed the small book and placed somewhere safe within the folds of his thick robes. "I have already seen to it, my dear, I have already seen to it. Today it begins."
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