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Tall grass waved about in the twilight breezes of the darkened field. Three pillars of great height stood in a row. The leftmost pillar appeared to be made from a single block of pure black obsidian, absorbing the little bit of light around it. Similarly, the right pillar was formed from a mass of palest marble. In the center, however, stood an obelisk of pure gold run through with thin veins of silver. High above the three pillars floated the silver orb of Luna, the moon, shedding her light upon the scene.
Caduceus recognized the place, though it had grown more fertile since the last time he had been there, when he faced the demon, Qlippoth. It was barren then, nothing but a sandy desert.
This was the Foundation of the Tree of Life, where the pillars of Mercy and Severity, as well as the Middle Pillar, took root – Yesod.
A tall, wizened man stood at the base of the central pillar, wearing robes of dark blue and a pale blue sash about his waist. Silvered wings spread on either side of him, sprouting from his shoulders, and short-cropped dirty blonde hair adorned his head. The angelic figure stepped forward, approaching the magician.
Caduceus, thinking quickly, gave the Zelator Sign, raising his right arm at an angle in front of him, the sleeve of his robes sliding down his pale, thin forearm. This was a test, and if this being was truly the archangel Gabriel whom he appeared to be, he would give the appropriate sign in response.
The angel raised his arms to his chest, smiling. He brought his hands together such that his index fingers met, as did his thumbs, forming a downward-pointing triangle level with the shoulders. The Practicus Sign proved his identity as the archangel of Yesod and of Water, come to deliver a message to the young magician.
"Caduceus Grimaldi, Zelator magician of Hearthwood and student of Tel'Han, you have achieved the realm of Yesod, and thus I am now able to visit upon you this message," Gabriel said, his voice soft as a trickling stream, yet holding a force not unlike the waves crashing against the land. "Return home for the truth you seek. An old friend will give you answers. A new one, however, will bring you greater enlightenment and show you the next step in your path."
Upon the completion of his short speech, the divine being's wings spread wide, shining a bright light upon the magician. He stamped his left foot once, raising his left forefinger to his lip in the Sign of Silence.
Caduceus awoke in his bed in Tel'Han, covered in sweat. Only a week had passed since his first projection, and his chest was still scabbed over from the wounds he had received in the battle with the Qlippoth. An itch irritated the skin there, but the young man knew better than to scratch at the still-healing scabs.
Instead, he thought about the vision he had just experienced, and the words the archangel had spoken. "Return home for the truth you seek." That was simple enough. The strange words still burned fresh in his mind, and he needed to know what they meant. "Edin nau tsu," he whispered, so soft he almost could not hear it himself.
So it was that, two days later, Caduceus set out on the road to Concordia, where the town of his birth lay, and the answers he sought would be revealed.