Azrael awoke from a long sleep. His search had been fruitless in the last thousand years. He had searched tirelessly across one world to another, hunting and seeking the seven out. The nexus was still a mystery and yet his only way to find his true brethren. He stood up for the first time in a hundred years, ready to renew his eternal hunt across another world, restless, angry and alone.<br/><br/>He robed himself in his regular garb and donned his hat, walking out to the drawbridge that connected the floating island to the cliff face and descending it. He gazed out upon the the rolling green hills of his world, intact and separate from the ravages of time, like a serene picture. He bode the green hills goodbye and walked down the only road from the castle into a wide green field.<br/><br/>He looked at the series of stones, arranged in a seemingly random arrangement and surrounded by a mysterious aura. Azrael wondered about those stones, why they were there, who made them and how they could bring him to other worlds. He was thankful for them though, his brethren were on the other side of the numberless gates, waiting for him to be their salvation, to explain and to vindicate. He walked through one of the arches, wondering where it would take him next.<br/><br/>He walked right out of the portal he had come to depend on so dearly into a new world. Azrael looked back and the portal had become a shining quartz rock, he hadn't experienced that before. The stone flashed hundreds of images, just like the regular portal, He would have to investigate later. He looked out across the world and set out, determined to find one of the eight here, they had to be here.<br/><br/>(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRyIw7VEGBOLbCa62cqUU3-N5LFiaaoFLGfELWqkV9smwc0EJvXAQ)