Voddick shivered. “As a reward for our last service, guarding a haunted gate does not seem like much of one.”
Gollaon shrugged. “It is only for a few weeks and it pays as good as a war. Also, we do not have to keep people out, we just have to keep our eyes open for something trying to cross through.”
Voddick shivered again. “Where does it lead to?”
Gollaon looked at the structure. “Anywhere, everywhere, as long as it is not here. If you do not like life under the Empress you can cross to somewhere else . . . but you never get to come back.”
In what was either a fit of pique, an act of mercy or a cruel joke, opinions vary, the Empress built this gate before the end of the first century of her rule. Constructed of stones harvested from other gates gathered from across the Sea of Stars, the stone arch looks a little haphazard and mismatched but the aura of power from it is quite palpable. Natural animals must be drugged or magically compelled to get them to approach the gate.