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alec_swampHe had given up most hope of leaving. Of returning to the world. The body that was him was destroyed. The door home was no more. He would forever be the avatar of the Green here instead where he was needed.
And so it was that he had settled into the woods, to begin his new life. Until, to his surprise, a door appeared. Outside. Where he didn't think one was possible. A door that opened. To reveal, standing on the other side, the Phantom Stranger.
"Dr. Holland, you are needed." The voice was soft, calm, controlled, much as it had been the few times Alec had met the Stranger before. There was only a touch of urgency to it.
"Stranger, how are you opening a door to Milliways?" Alec rose to his feet, and tried to not to get his hopes up.
"Do you truly think that I cannot go where I am needed? The Enclave is called to meet. As you are still the Avatar of the Green, despite your best efforts to fail in that task, your presence is required."
Constantine told Alec about the Enclave. A meeting-place for the mages, the wizards, the forces of light and dark, regardless of their alignment in the battle of good and evil. Where matters of cosmic and mystical import to all creation are debated, and decisions to protect reality are made. For some reason, the avatar of the Green is expected to be part of it. Or so Constantine claimed.
For once, Constantine wasn't lying.
"So I can just walk out of here?"
"Yes, but hurry. Even I can only hold the door open for so long. This place...does not like my magic." Alec wasn't surprised. He doubted the Bar liked anyone's magic for long.
"Everyone is gathered?"
"I need to find a few others. And we aren't bringing the other avatars today. Not enough time."
"It's urgent?"
"It's always urgent, Dr. Holland."
Alec stepped through the door. Which promptly vanished in a puff of smoke.
And so it was that he had settled into the woods, to begin his new life. Until, to his surprise, a door appeared. Outside. Where he didn't think one was possible. A door that opened. To reveal, standing on the other side, the Phantom Stranger.
"Dr. Holland, you are needed." The voice was soft, calm, controlled, much as it had been the few times Alec had met the Stranger before. There was only a touch of urgency to it.
"Stranger, how are you opening a door to Milliways?" Alec rose to his feet, and tried to not to get his hopes up.
"Do you truly think that I cannot go where I am needed? The Enclave is called to meet. As you are still the Avatar of the Green, despite your best efforts to fail in that task, your presence is required."
Constantine told Alec about the Enclave. A meeting-place for the mages, the wizards, the forces of light and dark, regardless of their alignment in the battle of good and evil. Where matters of cosmic and mystical import to all creation are debated, and decisions to protect reality are made. For some reason, the avatar of the Green is expected to be part of it. Or so Constantine claimed.
For once, Constantine wasn't lying.
"So I can just walk out of here?"
"Yes, but hurry. Even I can only hold the door open for so long. This place...does not like my magic." Alec wasn't surprised. He doubted the Bar liked anyone's magic for long.
"Everyone is gathered?"
"I need to find a few others. And we aren't bringing the other avatars today. Not enough time."
"It's urgent?"
"It's always urgent, Dr. Holland."
Alec stepped through the door. Which promptly vanished in a puff of smoke.
