Gale Dekarios did not believe in magic, and why should he? It wasn't real. It was something he read about in books. Yet, as he and his son, Orion, walked home from school one day, something that can only be described as a magical portal appeared in front of them, and spectral hands, which again could only be described as magical, snatched Orion and dragged him, screaming, into the aforementioned portal. While Gale held absolutely no love for his ex-wife, the child they had given life together was his entire world. Without so much as a second thought, Gale dove into the swirling violet vortex, only to be met with some sort of barrier on the other side. Though he pushed with all the might of his current adrenaline rush, he could not break through. He wasn't sure how long he spent trying, when suddenly there was a spark, and a small hole appeared in the barrier, just large enough for him to thrust an arm through, reaching desperately for the silhouette of a person he saw on the other side. "A hand? Anyone?" he yelled through the portal.