The great room was visibly divided into four separate areas. Fire, Earth, Water and Air. The oxygen it’s self was magical. The world no longer existed within these walls. Time had no meaning, there was no pain, nor suffering. There was no joy, nor tears. Everything was, and wasn’t. The magic of this place washed over a young girl sitting on the point where the elements met. A smile crept across her face

Here was the ancient place of the world. All creation was created here, in this room. She couldn’t believe she had found the one place that could save eternity. Here in this room was a secret passageway to a great sword that was the only thing that could pierce that evil monster. The evil that had no flesh, and yet destroyed all. Now, if she could only recite the words that would unleash the doorway to the chamber of the sword, she would be able to save mankind.

Slowly, Galadriel opened the ancient book of the dead. The chapter of such importance was also hidden within the magical ever changing pages. The chapter that would give her the words.

“Mysteral, Clorasfut, Mectoo!” She cried, and the book shot out green light in every direction.

Galadriel covered her face as the foul sent of free magic filled the room. The pages were unlocked. Carefully, she read through the chapter, making sure to memorize the whole thing. For once she turned the page, it would go blank.

Closing the book Galadriel slowly stood up, setting the book down at her feet. Raising her sword to the ceiling she started the ritual of unlocking the door. Once on the other side, she now knew that she herself would turn into a shapeless and powerful being. Slowly reciting the ancient words of both good and evil magics, a seal began to glow around an invisible door, which slowly came to be. Once complete, Galadriel cut her palm on the blade of her sword and thrust her bleeding hand onto the door, where a handle would have been. A cursing pain went through her body as the gods tested her will, and soul.

An eternity seemed to have gone by before the pain lessoned, and Galadriel opened her eyes. Except, she no longer stood in the room of Elements, and she no longer had eyes. She was now a creature of the future’s past, for today would mold the out come of the world. A great sword made of mist lay in front of Galadriel, she engulfed it, and absorbed its strength. Now it was time to wage war on the ancient thing that was killing everything. It was now time to do her bidding.

By: Stephanie V