The sun was nearly at its zenith, its warmth washing over a small clearing. A light breeze tickled the grass, making it dance back and forth. Leaves rustled in the wind, and the beautiful songs of birds filled the air.
The air quickly became heavy, almost as if an unseen force had displaced it. It crackled with electricity, sparks dancing about randomly. The ground began to smoke and burn, as strange runes long forgotten to the races of this world were etched into the dirt. In a sudden explosion of power and electricity, a large gate appeared. It seemed to be made of stone, vines creeping up along the pillars and over the archway. In the center, an image of trees and grassy plains swirled toward the center.
I do not own this image. All credit goes to its creater, who ever they may be.A being stepped out from the swirling image, dressed in blue cloths with a strange purple skin. His eyes, deep blue and glowing. He looked around for a moment then sighed heavily. How much this world has changed, he thought. The being's hands started to glow as his body was lifted into the air. His body curled in slightly, then, in another explosion of power, he threw his arms out wide, with his head tilted backward toward the sky. A wave of arcane magic spilled forth from his body, spreading throughout the entire zone, reaching out to any who would be near enough to feel it. He would draw the simple creatures of this world to him. May they bask in the power of the Xan'Thral, and witness the glory that ley just beyond the gateway.