The queue to the town hall was long; and the process by the elder’s at the door, was more precise than what the usual procedure would be. The personal weapons of each of the older soldiers and wizards who had not been kept in the secure vault at the town hall, were inspected thoroughly by the elder’s at the door. The gnarled old fingers of elder’s guarding the entrance checked the cloaks, capes, hats and all items of regalia of each person, seeking entry into the town hall. Finally, the elders passed a long black wand with a crystal tip, around each individual before allowing entrance into the imposing building. “I’m happy that you are all clear to proceed into the town hall,” the old man declared to Lidah and her small group, who looked anxious following the search they had just had. “Please attach these badges on to your tunics. They will take you to the unit you are to proceed to when the time comes to leave Onbrier,” The old man stated and gave each of them a green material badge that was adorned with a division name and number, for them to darn on to their tunics. After one final look, the old man wished them well and ushered them along to the big doors of the town hall. “You must dress first. Matthew, take them to their vaults, then you too get changed. I will await your return before beginning the final talk on stage,” Lidah nodded, before walking away, whilst Matthew and the children proceeded to the staircase that led them down to the vaults. “Getting the jitters, now?” Matthew asked Sarah, when he saw her face as white as a ghost. “Yes,” Sarah whispered. “I was scared too, you know. Yeah, you can always remember your first battle. After that, they all seem to blend into one, and you forget which war you’ve been in. ... ... middle of paper ... ...y back and forth. A gentle humming sound came from this strange doorway and echoed around the grotto, waiting patiently to take each person to his or her destination. The soldiers who stood next to the portal, nodded to Alison and Simon, informing them that they were to begin the expedition to the other kingdom. They walked cautiously to the portal, Alison grasped Simon’s hand tightly and he acknowledged her feelings. Slowly they walked, afraid of the aftermath when they walked through this impressive, hypnotic object. They both gently put one foot into the portal, which disappeared quickly. Alison looked at Simon, who nodded slowly, letting Alison know he was not going to let her go of her hand. They both took a deep breath, and began to walk further into the portal before allowing their bodies to be consumed by the unknown passage, into the Kingdom of Frinda.
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