Moving In

[With Wicked Intent]

He paused at the door of the Tower, its Key in hand, a wide, wide smile on his features.

The Tower of Earth.

He'd never tell anyone that he'd wanted this Tower - not just any Tower, but this Tower - more than any other on the Isle.

Nor would he tell anyone - ever - that, in part, he wanted it because of his father. He would only barely admit it to himself.

For now, though, it was time to make sure that the Tower wasn't going to be receiving any unwanted guests, be they living, dead, or otherwise.

Turning to one side of the door, he put his hand against the stone and spoke in a low, rumbling voice that echoed like thunder.

"Κανένας θα περάσει εκτός από εκείνους που αποκαλούν τους εαυτούς τους φίλο."

As he spoke the words wrote themselves into the rock, as smoothly and steadily as though they were being drawn, and as the last rumbling echo died away into silence, there was for a moment a flash of golden light from the words hewn into the stone.

And then they vanished completely.

Now none would be able to gain entrance into the Tower from anywhere without his permission, save those he called friends. Which was damn few indeed.

With a grin, he tapped the entrance to the Tower of Earth and stepped through the doors, letting them shut behind him as he went.

Jacen Balthazar had found his new home.