Wieland was waiting behind his desk, shaped by the Treekind for him at the bequest of the old king Oberon. Before him, in the room with the Treekind desk, a large disk sat on a raised dais, cutting in to the ground as it slowly turned in place. They called it the Dreamgate. It was the only surviving gate created by the Promethean Man, and served as the tether to the mortal world of waking men and women. Normally, the gate would idly spin on its dais for Wieland.<br/><br/>Not this day. A great cacophony of noise hit Wieland's ears as the gate suddenly came to a stop, it's ten years speed dieing away. The glass of the Worldmirror appeared within the gate, and three people were visible beyond its glossy surface, slumbering in their rooms and beds, ignorant of their destiny as Dreamwalkers.<br/><br/>His heart fluttering, Wieland jumped in to action, grabbing his tools and rushing over to the gate, producing three silver orbs from his toolbox, placing them in the sockets along the gate that now flickered with light. As each orb was placed in its socket, one of the three sleeping humans flickered out of the mirror. When he had placed the final orb in place, and the final human disappeared from the mirror, the gate finally groaned as it began to turn again, faster and faster until the symbols blended and the mirror cracked.<br/><br/>Stepping back, Wielad, tall, shocking white hair, blue eyes, and serrated teeth, waited for the gate to slow to a halt. Walking up to the gate, he pulled the three orbs out of their sockets, before tossing them through the gate. As they passed through the horizon of the gate, the orbs quickly broke apart and the human it represented landed on the other side.<br/><br/>"Greetings! Welcome to the Dreaming!"