In a moment, there's a flash of Axis energy, and a round transparent ball is resting in his hands. The surface has a slightly silvery sheen, and looks ethereal in a somewhat intangible way.

"Well, this is it," says Ches.

Maegwin's eyes light up.  "Wow... um.. can I look in it?"

Ches nods. "Think of a time and a place, and it will try to show you it."

Maegwin mentally focuses on the night she first trumped.

It's late at night.  The scene is a studio apartment.  A bed and dresser are in one corner.  Against another wall is a small kitchen area.  In the center of the studio, Maegwin is painting.  Oils on canvas.  The painting is of a forest that's obviously been the scene of a battle.   Huge trees are broken, the ground is torn, blood stains the earth.  Maegwin turns to some notes, nods as she reads them, then turns back and starts to work on some background elements.

Maegwin skips forward in time.  The clock reads 3 am.  Maegwin comes out of the bathroom.  She's wearing a nightshirt, her hair braided back.  Her face is still red from scrubbing.  She starts to turn out the lights, but then looks back at the painting.  She sighs and walks back to it.  She looks at it for a moment, and then shakes her head. Sitting back down in front of the canvas, she begins to work on the far background details.

Skips forward in in time.  The clock now reads 4:15 am.  Maegwin is resting her head on her hand, her elbow resting on the table next to her.  She looks at the painting with half open eyes.  Then, her eyes slowly close.  Her breathing becomes regular.  The paintbrush in her other hand drops to the floor and rolls away.

"I always wondered what happened that night," she says to Ches in a quiet voice.  "If I just faded away.  If I sleepwalked.  Everyone is always surprised when I tell them I dreamed my way into a trump.  Surprised when I tell them I made a trump with no training or idea of what I was doing.  Now I can find out.  If it really was me..."

Ches nods, "well then, lets continue watching," he says.

The image resumes at 4:15am. Maegwin is still dozing, but something curious is happening to the painting.

4:18am. Some of the newly complete background elements have changed. Some of the bodies are in different positions.

4:21am. Two men come into shot in the picture.

"Report?"

"We can't sustain these losses for long. We're being wiped off the battlefield."

"Options?"

"Short of finding a saviour from somewhere, we should plan on retreating, and regrouping if we still have the numbers."

"Very well. Make plans for the retreat, but await my order."

"Sir."

The men walk out of shot.

4:27am Maegwin murmurs in her sleep. The words are hard to catch, but one word stands there 'Saviour'.

4:31am Benjamin comes into view. He's dressed in the monk's robes he always wears, and look exactly the same as he does now.  "I am afraid," he says in his refined voice, "this is what I get for having to improvise.  The portal is in the wrong place, and invisible." He tuts to himself as he makes some notes, looking around the field of war.

4:32am Benjamin casts a suspend spell at the area around. He glances self-satisfied at the portal. "That is better.  Now you and I will not be interrupted.  One more thing."

4:34am He has finished making something that looks twisted pieces of wood, perhaps a charm of some sort.

4:40am Maegwin is beginning to writhe as she almost but not quite awakes.

4:42am "Come... come... come..." begins Benjamin in a slow melodic chant.

4:48am The chant is continuing, and now Maegwin is murmuring the same chant, in time with Benjamin.

4:49am Suddenly there's silence. Benjamin stopped chanting, as did Maegwin at the same moment. She stands, not noticing a pencil that rolls onto the floor. Inside the picture, Benjamin is extending a hand to her. She reaches for it, finding it with a sure touch despite eyes being closed.

4:50am The hands touch, clasp, and then with a rainbow effect Maegwin goes into the trump.