"Thank you, Avalon," I whispered, knowing it would hear my words. The doors to the throne room closed in a bang and the gold shield erected over it. A glance at the back showed that the doors to the private chambers disappeared. A grating sound as the bricks of the castle started to grind against each other. The slight sense of movement not unlike when one is in an elevator nearly made me stumble. It wasn’t a long trip; the throne room shouldn’t have moved much, but everything else around it will. 