DARK MAGIC

POV: Elder Rovin's

I stood there in the black cave, feeling the cool stone underfoot. There was an old magic and secret smell in the air. I examined the objects I had collected candles, strange symbols on the floor, and a large bowl filled with a viscous, dark liquid. My heart raced. That was it. The time I had been waiting for.

"Finally, I'll have the power I've always desired," I told myself.

I took up a worn-out, dusty book. The pages were delicate to hold. I opened to the appropriate page and began to read. The words were foreign and archaic, but I was familiar with them.

The candles flickered as I talked. The air began to feel heavy. There was a happening. My voice grew more powerful and loud. I could sense my own might gaining strength.

Then something sounded. There was a visitor! I stopped and pivoted.

"Who's there?" I yelled. "Come out now!"

Something moved in the dark. Squinting, I tried to figure out who it was. I then became at ease. Just one of Callum's guys, Kavrin. "Elde