Trunk Harrison stood at the entrance to the Haven Stones. His wrinkled face spoke of a long life of hardship. He was dressed in a dark blue cloaked wizard's robe with a crest of two unicorns sitting above the inscription Astron Aurochs. A pointed blue hat, with a long triangle-shaped flap, which fell on his back, covered his head up to his ears. A long, bright red feather extended from the gold band above the brim of the hat. Tufts of short gray hair peeked out from behind the three holes in the back flap of his hat. He looked around, sniffed the cold air, and stepped into the opening of the Haven Stones. After drawing his long wand, he was greeted by Orson Binks. Surprised by this sudden appearance, Trunk stepped back with his wand ready. "What brings you here, Trunk?" » asked Orson. His cloak moved as if by magic under the power of his ever-ready wand. “The same thing that brings you here, Master Binks.” Trunk's wand hand slowly rose toward the sky, causing no alarm. “The stars. Like you, I have visions. With a distressed face, he studied the note he had found at Gilbert's house, which had fallen out of Gilbert's backpack before leaving for school. Gilbert was able to see them but they couldn't see him inside Le Havre. He twisted his hair, dazzled by the two wizards facing each other. " GOOD. I was afraid you would say something else. Have you been hunting for a long time? Orson put away his wand. “Long enough.” I lost my brother again. » Trunk lowered his head in shame. He shoved his wand under his cloak angrily. “Don’t we all? Forgive me. How insensitive of me to say that,” Orson offered, extending his hand in greeting. Trunk grabbed her by the forearm and an exchange of light passed between them. Trunk looked over Orson's shoulder. His features are registered... middle of paper... precisely registered. Yet Trunk called him O'Binks. Like his mother had done during the flashback trip, Gilbert deliberated. They must be friends. “Listen to us, Gilbert,” Orson interjected, also placing a hand on Gilbert’s other shoulder. He looked at Trunk. “Show him.” " " No ! I don't want to see anymore. I just want to leave, find my parents and…” Gilbert stopped short by pressure on both shoulders from the two strong hands that held him firmly. “And go where? It's your home now. You won't find your parents in the non-magical world. They are there for you to find once you wake up from the walking dream you have been living in for the last thirteen years. Trunk couldn't be more specific. “Your little body must grow, and fast, lest it be able to handle the powers you possess. This is why you stop breathing at night. This is why you dream of getting together with your friends. This is why you are now human.”