09-28-2018, 01:57 AM
The woods in Briar were eerie at night. Percy remembered hearing ghost stories and urban legends about the area when he was younger by his sister; she never failed in frightening him, and even now, as he sat in the middle of a small clearing between towering trees, did he have to remind himself that all of those tales were fiction. The wind howling in an unsettling manner made Percy shudder, and every now and then, he could’ve sworn he’d spotted a pair of eyes watching him from nearby shrubbery. Were they animals? Surely. It was easy to believe otherwise with the stress of his current situation.
Before him was a sigil of sorts. Four lit candles were placed at the ends of said sigil, and what appeared to be petals of some kind were showered around the area. God knows Percy hadn’t the slightest clue as to anything to do with demons or witchcraft — his family was extremely traditional and conservative, highly religious as well, and they’d probably kill him if they knew he was out here doing this. But he had no choice.
His mother was dying, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her still so young.
Percy recited incantations scribbled in a diary he’d received from a not so honest source earlier in the day. He didn’t even know if this would work. Hell, he probably looked incredibly stupid sitting out here half past midnight trying to conjure up some fairytale demon. Whatever the case was, however, he intended to see it through. Percy would continue his spell, holding onto that sliver of hope that something would happen. At this point, he’s take the God of Bunnies if it meant they’d heal his mother. It felt ridiculous... but he didn’t stop.
Before him was a sigil of sorts. Four lit candles were placed at the ends of said sigil, and what appeared to be petals of some kind were showered around the area. God knows Percy hadn’t the slightest clue as to anything to do with demons or witchcraft — his family was extremely traditional and conservative, highly religious as well, and they’d probably kill him if they knew he was out here doing this. But he had no choice.
His mother was dying, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her still so young.
Percy recited incantations scribbled in a diary he’d received from a not so honest source earlier in the day. He didn’t even know if this would work. Hell, he probably looked incredibly stupid sitting out here half past midnight trying to conjure up some fairytale demon. Whatever the case was, however, he intended to see it through. Percy would continue his spell, holding onto that sliver of hope that something would happen. At this point, he’s take the God of Bunnies if it meant they’d heal his mother. It felt ridiculous... but he didn’t stop.