THE PASSAGE
Gabriel and Morgan reached the lake. It was a peaceful, ethereal place. The forest gave way to sand, sand gave way to water, and water gave way to a mist so thick that it kept the eye guessing at what could be beyond it. The warm and sunny morning had quickly transformed into a somewhat chilly and grey afternoon. The sun was glowing behind the clouds, but it was just strong enough to paint the sky and water with shimmering silver light.
Gabriel looked at the crystal water, hoping he was strong enough to complete the task. When he had been sixteen years old, Viviane had asked him to reopen an ancient passage to Ahe’ey. The portal was situated at the lake in Central Park, New York. The rulers of Ahe’ey had been attempting to engage with several influential bodies in Manhattan a
