ON: Forest of Mirrors
I opened the castle on a dreary winter night, full of hardship and pain. The doors nearly flew open from the gales when I unlocked them, and the people waiting at the gate were far and few in-between. I knew that, although few people had true interest in learning about the magic arts and saving this realm, who ever decided to should and will be welcome with open arms. Even if some stray from the true cause, the few that stayed were worth all the trouble I had gone through to repair and restore this old castle.
As the people slowly walked in, I stared into the forest. The forest stared back at me. It was then I knew I was going to be challenged, and anything I thought was safe was going to be broken. The Forest of Mirrors told me so.