The colors flickered, flashed swirled and changed. Blues becoming greens, purples, yellows and other stranger colors, colors with no name that rebelled against the restrictions placed upon vision by the human eye and the laws of reality that the common man called physics. Merlin couldn’t help but grin, even as the last vestiges of reality twisted around him as he stepped from one place to another. One world to another.

As reality reasserted its totalitarian rule he surveyed the lovely field at the edge of an enchanted wood in which he had arrived, leaving the city of Seattle far behind. Looking down he could see a spattering of red droplets, spreading slowly as the unhealed wound in his side continued to drip. He had better get moving, he had bought himself sometime but his sister would not allow him to escape so easily.

He shook his head to clear the last vestiges of confusion associated with moving between worlds. Assuming his calculations were correct, the tower should be just through those woods.