The portal has been opened, but without the the guardians approval. A stand must be made to stop whoever or whatever is trying to come through the portal in the midst of the ruins of a Celtic graveyard of stones.
In a world of strange magic and the fact that a door could be opened to another world within just the right archway, with just the right words by just the right person; Mordecai never planned on going to another world. He did-- by accident mind you, but he sure as hell doesn't plan on staying! Not with these bunch of nut jobs! -----
Just a little short idea of a story I might be writing for NaNo if I ever get around to it.