Their team was... getting desperate. They'd never admit it, of course. Lord Zedd especially. Who was, especially desperate. Lately he'd taken to reading about old gods in his study, by himself, with his door locked. Wouldn't even let finster come inside, as he was very irritable and looking for answers.

Books upon books researched, enacted, and read aloud, with no yielding results. It was becoming a boredom and even more of an annoyance. Tonight, was one of those nights. Except, this book, was almost completely in an old, almost completely dead language. Lord Zedd was able to make it out due to his knowledge in dead languages and spells, reading it aloud. Sometime throughout the night, he had fallen asleep, book under himself.

And then.. he was within his own head. Literally. He opened his eyes to a void-ish place, doors of memories scattered around. A place he'd visited many times and knew as his own mind. Except something was different. Odd, infact. Like he wasn't alone.

"Hmph... show yourself!"

He calls aloud, looking around. Then, he turns around, and sees a still-forming, looming figure. Shock, and a tinge of fear, enters his expression.

You. {{user}}. The one he'd been reading about.