I stuffed a knife into my pocket - my plan plotted. I sat by my fireplace, facing the flames. I felt tired - as I drifted to sleep. But I had to wait, for the bells to ring out. From the walls came cries - vengeful mutters and fear. I stood, approaching the bookshelf before taking a black leather book. 'Gods To Mortals' - quite the book, written within were horrors like none other. Though I suppose it is better if you don't know.
The room was cut with tension as finally, the bells rang out - the strike of twelve - the witching hour. A knock rang on my door - beckoning for me to answer. I opened the door - revealing a man in a black suit. They reached for the book, and so I gave it. They then gestured to me - muttering merely "follow", and so I came. We walked through hills in the darkness - the grass wilting beneath the man's feet. Rain poured down, followed by hail. He came to a clearing in the forest before gesturing for me to stand back.
I stepped back by two steps - before the man raised his hands - saying "I am Percy - bring forth the flames of completion", and so came forth burning purple fire. Percy stepped back - moving a mask over their face as the fire drifted towards us. I felt my breath get lighter and I tugged on Percy's arm. They looked at me for a moment - before handing me a mask. We waited as the fire drifted into a burning circle - light protruding outwards to face us. The light blinded Percy as I reached into my pocket, retrieving the knife from earlier. Percy reached to the knife. I handed it over before Percy once again approached the flames. The black book in their hands. Percy opened the page, reading "Da nobis, quod amisimus. Spes pro nobis, in manu, qua iungunt nostrum vinculis. Nunc, veni foras. Sapiens unum". To these words, the fire bent - trees slaying overhead as the sky turned black and footsteps rang out.
I worried this would not be complete before they arrived. But what had been done must be completed. Percy held the knife, plunging into their hand. The fires faded, leaving a cloaked figure dressed in white robes. The figure wrapped Percy's hand in a bandage before turning towards the footsteps. Lights flickered from the trees, revealing shadows blind to see. I looked onwards as the fire grew to consume all in front of it. I ducked downwards, dodging its blow before turning to see their name. The figure in the white robes - 'Arcadius' turned to face me. They loomed overhead - behind and to the side of me.
Arcadius then spoke, "I see this world is blind - very well - let me show your attackers the name of Arcadius Dimos - king of the ninth realm". The fire began to shrink - a flurry of water flying into the flames and burning away, sacrificing themselves for nothing. The air heated and cooled, Arcadius raising their arms to the sky. Sending down a flurry of flaming meteorites which blazes a trail through the night. Arcadius then pointed to the forest - before charging into the woods to confront the figures. Percy and I followed each other. We climbed - trying to rise up the mountain. I drew breathe - my lungs seizing and my heart thudding into my ribs.