Winchmore touched the space in front of him and it rippled; the effect spreading from its starting point to the walls of the basement on all sides like the surface of a water body.
Just as the ripple reached the walls, the atmosphere of the basement changed and the group suddenly found themselves in another location; a plain.
The plain was very large; extending as far as the eyes could see. All around it, a soft breeze blew, gently swaying the lowland grasses that populated the area in a rhythm.
They were in the past, Richard realized, the memory of the past, as Kyra had called it to him.
The king had to admit that he liked the first king's method of transport. It was fluid and without pain; more humane unlike the Elveria’s which seemed like it would kill him the last time. But then,
