A deep green glow shined and the sounds of electricity filled the circular room. The room had designs of tree roots on the floor, curving towards the bark of every tree in the world placed on the wall. A man, known as the Traveler, stepped out from an archway that looked like a base of an ancient tree trunk that stretched to the ceiling twenty feet up and formed a doom of branches. This man, in his late sixties, wore a brown tweed suit with an orange vest and a black tie; his face was clean shaven while his hair showed signs of graying. In his hands he carried a large wooden box, which held seven smaller boxes and what looked like random metal trinkets.
As the Traveler walked out of the portal, he stepped down off the platform, and walked up to the man sitting at the desk. The man sitting there wore a green pinstriped suit and brown tie that had a green oak tree printed on it. His light brown hair and beard were both long but well trimmed. There was nothing on the desk he sat at except for a staff on a tabletop stand.
"So, is this truly going to be your last travel to the Forest?" The man asked.
"Yes, I think it's time that I spend my last years with my family. I’m getting too old for this job. Plus my son just had a child with his wife."
"Good, what do you plan on doing with those Keys?"
"I'm going to put them in their boxes and store them with close friends around the world."
"Is that wise, sir? What if their storages get attacked, or ruined by the elements?"
"I have planned for that. The wood of the boxes is made from the Grand Tree herself, nothing will harm them. Me being the Traveler, it was easy to ask her to give me the wood. And for the storages, nobody but the future Traveler will be able to get to them and live."
"Sir, how will they? Your youngest son refused to take the role, and all the rest your children are too old to do the same. Your son was the last hope for us all."
"That's why, my old friend, I'm going to train and tell my newest grandson the adventures I've had, with the hope that he takes the role." The Traveler said, then as he was exiting the room, he placed his hand on the man's shoulder, saying, "I take it you are ready to wait for the day when he comes."
"Sir, I've been the Gate Keeper for your family since the first Traveler, I'm going to serve him when he comes just as I served you when you were here with your father."
"Haha, yeah, and you never aged a bit since then. Take care, my old friend." With that, the Traveler retired his title on his way out of the door. The door closed, locked, then faded away into the wall.
"I hope you are right, sir, your grandson is going to be our only savior from the dark forces harming the Grand Tree."