"Nikolas! This is your grandfather, Grand, again. I wanted to leave one last message before I went down to the archeological site."

Nikolas's grandfather looked quickly out a car window. He was sitting in the cab of a small hovertruck, a hundred feet off the ground. Below him was the ancient Peruvian site, Machu Picchu. Several work tents were set up next to freshly dug holes.

The ID and timestamp on the videomail message read:

CALLER: GRAND LYONS (GRANDPA)

TIME: 7:32 AM

LOCATION: MACHU PICCHU, PERU

"I haven't been honest with you about my activities. I am posing as a project leader at Machu Picchu. Currently I'm leading a team of archeologists to find the oldest artifact on the planet. They believe they're looking for an ancient native weapon. In fact, it's a message. If you watched my last videomail, then you know I am on the verge of finding a message from our city. I believe Huron is in peril, and she is calling us home, calling you home...

Grand hesitated for a second, gasped, and then shouted out the window, He found it! The Peruvian found the message! Sorry, Nikolas, but I must go. You and Tim need to pack your bags. By the end of the week we'll be travelling through time and space to Möon and the city of Huron.

The cradle of all magical civilization."

The screen flickered to black.