"Oi, Nilsey! Get your butt over here!" The owl keeper called from her summoning circle.
A young, black haired male with glasses came wondering out of their home door. He brushed down his pale green shirt nervously.
"But Lom! I don't wanna summon Death! I mean- he's Death for Notches sake!" He whined, kneeling down and scratching Fishbone under his chin, causing the cat to purr happily. "And what if he hurts the cats? …Or the owls?"
"Come on you big wuss. This is what we've been preparing for! Now get your stuff and plant your butt right here!" Lomadia commanded, stomping here foot and pointing to the spot directly next to her.
The pool boy sighed and threw on his armour and grabbed a sword, sulkily trudging over to Lomadia. She smirked, having won the battle.
"All the stuff's in the right place, I've just gotta activate the rite. Ready?" She asked, kneeling by the glyph, a hand hovering over it.
"No…" Nilsey mumbled, frowning and crossing his arms in a huff.
"What was that?" The owl keeper asked, an accusing tone in her voice.
Nilsey quickly put his hands up in defence. "No-nothing! I'm re-ready!"
Lom nodded and pressed her hand against the yellow chalk. It began to glow and spark. Lomadia stepped back to stand beside Nilsey and drew her sword, Nilsey copied her movements, albeit, more hesitantly.
Thick, black smoke began to emanate from the glyph. As soon as the smoke touched the ingredients, they turned to ash. Once all of the ingredients were now ash, it seemed an invisible barrier appeared. The smoke reared upwards and the ashes caught fire, the flames climbing up the smoke, growing brighter and brighter.
Lomadia brought her free hand up to shield her eyes and her companion did the same. There were loud popping noises, each growing louder and louder until finally, the last one – much like an explosion- was heard. The flames died and the smoke dispersed. What they saw made both of their jaws drop.