You’ve walked through the portal and find yourself in a valley between the worlds, called the Elysian Fields. You see blue flowers that go on for miles, and a river that looks so refreshing, it must taste sweeter than anything you have ever drank before. Despite how inviting the valley looks, you don’t feel you belong here. You understand this place is for spirits and those who have passed on into the afterlife. You see the river leads to a large white tree and travels beneath it. There is a light coming from under the tree as if life emanates from it. You instinctively know, if you held your breath and dove under that tree you would surface in Elëázar’s kingdom, called Empyrean. A kingdom with lands said to be more beautiful than even these fields. A kingdom where there is no death and no sorrow. Since a child, your mother told you that Empyrean had walls made of gems, crystal and light; streets paved in gold, and gates made up of a single purl. You have always wanted to see the Crystal City, but you know you must wait until it is your rightful time to pass through the river—a time which the Maker chooses. You know the portals were created with magic and should not exist. No living human should be able to come to these fields. Still, the Maker works all things together for good for those who love and follow him. He used the portal to bring you here. You wonder why. Behind you is the cave which you walked through to get here. The cave is the portal, and its under a large oak tree, and you can see your world of Evynlore through its twisted roots. There are other small hills like it, each with a type of tree and cave. You imagine they lead to other worlds. What do you do?