Draco grabbed onto the old ruler sighing at the anti-climatic nature of his life with his father and waited. At 12:11am exactly he felt a tug behind his navel and they landed on what seemed to the ruins of Camelot on the edge of a cliff. He followed his father to the center of the broken castle. There he channelled his magic on the center tile that had the flower of life carved into it. The entire castle began to glow. He felt the magic being sucked out of him. Only when he was completely exhausted did the tile rotate and open up to revel a set of steps. A golden glow was emanating from within the cave. They followed the light until they came upon an altar similar to that of Morgana’s. A stone with reveal runes carved around it and a glowing golden sickle embedded in the stone. The sickle was emanating waves of golden magic from it.