The Sorcerers of Hisderat
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That which you seek
shall be found,
in a place most bleak,
and eternally bound.
To find the door, you must seek,
a place meant not for the meek,
west of the trees that speak,
and south of the stained creek,
If you, traveler has the gall,
and are the one among all,
then you must heed the call,
and be ready for the pall.
She suddenly got up from her chair, grabbing his hand and dragging him along.
"Hey. Wait a minute. Do I look like a rag...?" he protested as she came to a halt right in front of the map.
"You're a genius Harry," she said, "it is magic writing."
"I was jok..."
"And of course, cracks why didn't we think of those," she said, shaking her head.
"Look I..."
"Magic Cracks. Ahh...how could we all be so stupid?" She gave herself a knock on the head for food measure.
"Okay, you're not making any sense," said Harry.
"Very true Harry," said Clara, turning away from the map, "now what exactly possessed the two of you to come running over here and why are you holding hands?"
Harry looked down at his hand and realized that neither of them had ever let go. That got Rose to stop her verbal diarrhea as she also looked down at their hands.
She looked up at him, right into his eyes, a smile on her rapidly reddening face. Harry was sure that he looked about the same.
Here lies the great athenaeum,
that dwarfs the old museum
Search among the times past,
for the few words that last.
Within these halls of gold,
wherein many tales do unfold,
lies one tale that is untold,
within a sanctum of old.
If thou doth seek,
this place of wisdom,
find the key of the bleak,
and a tale of freedom,
from the son of a car,
that lies now in a jar.
But to open the hall
around the ancient wall
find the start of Catalan
among the dark granite
do not fear colors that wan
nor the letters of the night.
Inside the gilded halls
around the ancient walls
lies the first key to the pall
into which thee must fall.
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