As the stones started to part, an inky blackness appeared in the empty space. Probably due to Merlin’s, that blackness should actually be a massive pane glass, filled with artistry of a bygone era. More stones grinding upon each other was heard from there. Slowly, the first thing to be seen was my throne. The elegant white and purple lined stone throne became more visible as rose. The stone, the same as the rest of the castle, had a comfortable cushion, one enchanted with ancient magic for comfort. 