â€œHurry! Hurry!â€ the hushed whisper of the shadowed figure was dripping in fear and panic as its comrade ran to its side.<br/><br/>â€œBut...how do we know this will work? They have not answered in all these years....why would this make it any different?!â€ the second of the pair replied in just as much fear back to the first as they both looked about nervously in the darkness. Their eyes glowing a faint yellowish green, seemed to be the only bit of light to be seen.<br/><br/>â€œWe have to try...the witch said that....â€ his words were cut short as he pulled his friend deeper into the hole they were taking refuge in. Heavy footfalls echoing just outside the entrance grew louder and even paused outside for a moment making each hold their breath and send a silent prayer to whatever god may be listening. Seconds past that felt like lifetimes before the movement continued passed their hideout and off into the distance until they could no longer be heard.<br/><br/>â€œThe witch said that this ritual would work...that it will alert them and guide them home to us...â€ the first said all of his faith and hope in the words that conveyed to his friend.<br/><br/>The second one paused and frowned in thought not sure if this was something that they could just believe so completely, especially given how often one could trust a witch. â€œI...I...don't know...the price for the ingredients is a high one do we really wish to pay it should this not go as we planned...â€ his hushed tone not being to hide his fear and worry.<br/><br/>â€œWhat other choice do we have?â€ his friend asked him in a pleading tone that seemed to be the last push that the other needed, for he only nodded in agreement.<br/><br/>Making due with the space they had the pair began to prepare the ritual, drawing the proper symbols, preparing the ingredients, etc. When it was time to begin they held hands and chanted the ancient and powerful words together in unison. Softly at first but as the power began to take hold and they continued on they became louder. Eyes closed, bodies rocking to the silent beating power of the incantation, the drawn symbols beginning to glow a faint glow which only grew brighter the longer the ritual went.<br/><br/>Just as it felt like they had hit its peek and now was the time for the final word to be spoken, a fearsome roar came from the mouth of their hole. Strong, thick, long arms forced their way into the small entrance to grab the friend who had been the one to convince the other of the ritual. He shrieked as his legs and body were crushed in the powerful grip of the beast that held him aloft so that it could look him over.<br/><br/>Dark glowing, cold blue eyes regarding the struggling being in it's hand seeming to get some amusement watching its tiny black wings flap and flutter to no effect. When it stopped struggling the beast brought the other close to its face, a large grin materializes on its twisted, crooked smile, â€œSuch a puny creature you are....won't make much of a meal but...â€ it gave a hearty chuckle and raised the being like it planned on dropping it into its great maw.<br/><br/>Glowing yellowish green eyes taking on hard and confident look, raised its tiny hand which held a dagger, â€œPromise made in blood, promise called in BLOOD!â€ it shouted in deviance as it then slit its own throat. Dark black blood gurgled out and sprayed the behemoth who was confused as to what was happening. The blood seemed to be coming from some other source and not the tiny creature that the larger beast held, spilling forth more and more till it began to cover and stick to the beast which held the source.<br/><br/>Roaring in fear now the beast tried to throw the creature from its hand but found it stuck firmly in its grasp. Soon the blood began to glow and to burn the creature who's roars of fear melted into roars of pain as its body was engulfed in a dazzling blue flame which seemed to only get brighter and brighter till a beacon shot forth and into the sky. Piercing the darkness for all to see, lasting for but a few seconds before just as soon as it came just as soon it was gone. The world plunged into darkness once again.<br/><br/>Out from the rubble crawled the remaining friend, the hood lowered from his face revealing his small horns which gleamed slightly in the dying coals of his dead friend and the behemoth that held him. â€œI hope you are right my friend...this was indeed a high price to pay. I pray that the Gods have piety on us this day and grant that your death was not a wasteâ€ he lowered his head in honor of his friend, raised his hood and scurried off to be swallowed up by the darkness.<br/><br/>************************************************************************<br/><br/>The modern world seems to be lacking something for you all. No mater what you try and do there is always something that just seems lacking in your lives though you are not sure about the reason why. Now you are feeling the urge to return to that summer camp where you had spent your youth with your friends. Why you would want to go back to that place you are not sure but the urge is becoming ignorable and you just need to go and get it out of your system. Perhaps then you will be able to continue on with your lives? Perhaps this is the something that is lacking?