Late at night, the bright moonlight on the plain is like a powerful spotlight shining on people's heads, casting the silhouette of every grass blade swaying in the wind with extraordinary clarity. In the makeshift camp where people spend the night, most of the Muggles have fallen into a deep sleep. However, there are still many tents with Muggles gathering around bonfires and getting drunk.
Inside the tourist park, a few night watchmen were snuggled up in the guardhouse, sleeping soundly. To avoid any accidents, Amorta was still careful enough to cast a Hypnotic Charm on each of them, ensuring that they would not wake up from being forced to urinate and disrupt their operation.
As night fell, those ordinary large rocks in the middle of the railing finally began to show some differences.
A thin, wispy mist from nowhere surrounded them, and in and out of visibility, the Stonehenge emitted a faint, mysterious aura.
In fact, such an anomaly has been discovered by Muggles, but after a series of experiments and research, Muggle scientists have always been unable to give a reasonable explanation. In the end, they could only attribute this anomaly to the abnormal geomagnetic field of this place.
"--This Stonehenge is in ruins, and the few missing stone pillars are the key to opening the relic. Over a long time, we have found one stone pillar, but still cannot complete it..."
At the entrance of the stone gate, Wevita faintly regretted to Amorta, "At this time, I am not in the appearance of a muggle, but have changed into a slight yellowish-brown wizard robe. I am holding this grapevine cane in my hand. My blue hair flows softly behind me, which is entirely consistent with Amorta's image of this 'mysterious' profession as a ritual."
Amorta's palm was pressed against the upright of the 'door', quietly feeling the unnatural warmth transmitted through his palm. After a while, instead of asking how to open the 'door', he turned his head and gazed at Vevita, who seemed to have no emotional fluctuations at any time, and asked casually,
"How many times have you failed?"
"I've been in there three times--"
Vevita replied calmly, "My teacher has been in there five times...Mr. Brayne, the space behind the doorway has a pressure that ordinary people cannot resist. Of course, it will not pose much trouble to such a powerful wizard as you--"
Amorta knew that the 'ordinary people' Vevita referred to were not Muggles, but with his pre-existing mental preparation, he was not overly concerned.
"--Because of the incomplete nature, when we enter the doorway, our position is also randomized and not fixed...The ancestors of the Druidic religion left marks in the center of the ruins. I can directly reach there with the marks, but Mr. Brayne, you may need to find your way to the center of the island by yourself."
Noticing the word 'island' in his mind, Amorta nodded silently, even though this trip was to help Vevita retrieve the 'holy artifact' originally belonging to the Druids as claimed by her, "The Ever Resting Place of Merlin", but it was also necessary to figure out why the prophecy of the ancestors of Druidism had become entangled with him.
Prophecies may seem ethereal, but they also follow logic and cause and effect. Amorta would never think that it was merely due to 'bad luck' that he encountered such things.
"Then, open it, Lady Clio, I can't wait to see what's inside--"
Amorta took out his wand from his sleeve, stepped back and said coldly. However, strangely enough, Vevita did not act upon the command but instead pointed her cane at the huge stone door in front of them.
"Before entering the relic, we will encounter some obstacles, Mr. Brayne. You need to be mentally prepared."
Just as Amorta was about to ask, Vevita, who was gazing at the stone door, trembled her eyelashes and explained,
"When the stone pillars are in place, this stone door will revert to its original form, an Eris mirror. I'm sure you've heard of its legends."
"Eris Mirror -- a mirror reflecting one's inner desires."
Amorta nodded in low hum, though his face remained expressionless, indicating that he was calm within. He mentally activated the spell of complete silence, effectively hiding any alarm he may have felt.
"There are two faces to the Eris Mirror. One can reflect people's deepest yearnings, while the other is used as the doorway to the relic... Only those who dare to confront their most unwilling past can have the right to enter the relic."
Amorta's eyebrows moved slightly imperceptibly, as he silently searched through his memory for thoughts both about his unwilling past and about the Eris Mirror.
The existence of the Eris Mirror is not particularly mysterious. Many books introducing legendary alchemical items have descriptions of this mirror that reflects people's hearts. However, Amorta had indeed never heard that there are two faces to the Eris Mirror, and that they have entirely different effects.
Moreover, there was another question: why would this mysterious relic that Amorta had not yet entered use the Eris Mirror as the doorway?
There is no consensus in the magical world about the creator of the Eris Mirror. Even if Vevita told him now that Merlin had created the mirror, Amorta would not be too surprised. However, the origin of the name 'Eris' is something that even many Muggles might be familiar with.
In Greek mythology, Eris was the daughter of Zeus and Hera, the sister of the god of war, and the goddess of strife and discord. Among the myths about her, the most famous is the "battle for the golden apple."
Thinking of this, Amorta's eyelids twitched fiercely. If it weren't for the spell of complete silence to conceal his emotions, he might even be turning pale with shock.
Island - Golden Apple - Druids
Several names flashed through Amorta's mind in a lightning-fast manner, making him guess and even confirm that he had discovered the truth.
Since he learned about the "Ever Resting Place of Merlin" from this mysterious woman, Amorta had only taken it as a joke. In the modern magical world, Merlin, who had become a legendary figure, was unlikely to have his resting place appear easily. However, now Amorta was no longer so sure about his judgment.
The central faith of the ancient Druidic religion, the most important island in the legend of King Arthur, and the sacred utopia in the Muggle Celtic mythology—Avalon Island—apart from being known as the 'Blessed Isle' and the 'Isle of Heavenly Grace,' it also has another extremely overlooked alias: the 'Isle of Golden Apple!'
Could it be that behind this door, it is really the 'Ever Resting Place of Merlin'?!
In just a few seconds, with his lips tightly pursed, Amorta's palm had already become damp. He struggled to suppress the urge to ask Vevita next to him, but inside, he was already a mess!
Vevita sensed Amorta's abnormality, but she said nothing. After warily glancing around, she raised her cane towards the boundless night sky. A stone pillar exuding antiquity and the scent of time emerged from a brilliant, pure white light.
Amorta took a deep breath, allowing the calm and rational mind to take control of his body. Without a word, he tensed his nerves and focused intently on Vevita's actions.
It was indeed necessary for Amorta to be cautious, as there were too many secrets hidden in the heart of this Druidic priestess who was fully immersed in blurry light and shadow. He had no choice but to be on guard!
PS: In the next, I will write about the second storyline. I would appreciate more encouragement and support from all of you!
