<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/music/img/535_jmac12.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Matthew Binx<br/><strong>Witch Name</strong>Arwen Moonstar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woods --> Crone's Grove<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Time &amp; Action</strong>Evening after tavern scene<br/><hr/>He had edged his way into the cave, carrying a handful of twigs.  He reached inside of his cloak for a length of twine and binded the twigs tightly to create a torch.  He opened his hand and thought of the lightning outside past the calm.  There was a yipping noise echoinc around the cave walls but he needed light to see.  Once again he pulled focus and the creature outside of the mouth of the cave would have its hair stand on end as a bolt of lightning wound its way to Matthew's hand, directed at the branches to create fire.  Matthew's hand was red from the heat.  That's all that ever really happened unless he didn't pull focus it would be then that he would have been slammed to the wall from the force.<br/><br/>He looked at the map and then at the blank wall ahead of him.  This didn't make sense.  The grove had been created by those of power, It was a place of mother earth herself.  Lush and green, with trees and canopies.  A Waterfall made by magic.  This was just an empty cave.  Matthew fell to his knees lost as though he had failed.  This was a test unbeknownst to him and a humming sound emanated the walls, the sound reverberating itself.  Matthew stood and put his palms out once more.  The lightning came in once more, hitting his shoulders in a beam from his hands. chipping off pieces of rock to reveal an archway of stone, carved into the rock.  still it just looked like an interesting carving.<br/><br/>On the left of the doorway was now a carved bowl as though it was asking for payment or proof of lineage.  Matthew looked at the parchment for a clue but nothing lay hidden in its writing, but he noticed all of the signatures were red.  Suddenly it clicked.  He withdrew a small boline from his pocket and held the blade in his hand, wincing as the blade bit his flesh and red warm liquid dropped into the bowl.  the runic lettering of the archway seemed to glow as the cave shook and the rest of the stone fell from the arch.<br/><br/>He looked in and saw what he had wanted to see.  The grove.  He had passed his test and his grandmother had led him to it.  Matthew took off his cloak and set it aside, removing his cotton shirt to wrap up his hand, hoping to be safe.  But wait a second.  Something wasn't right. it seemed the grove was in disrepair.  As though the years of not being used was causing the magic to die.  And in the darkness of some of the foliage a pair of great yellow eyes stared at him, a beast jumping toward him, causing him to scream in fear.