The first and only time when the Jala Vatah was opened, the whole Earth was damaged. The biggest cities of the known world suffered from diseases, crime and creatures the people never saw before. Creatures, which were closed into the magic box to save the mortals from their power, save them from the certain death. So after the Jala Vatah was opened, the most powerful witches and wizards gave special powers for the three men who were chosen to end the evil creatures work and send them back into their magical prison.

Their mission was difficult and full of pain. The creatures they were fighting against made their way as hard as possible, killing every relative, friend and love they could find to keep the chosen three from their mission. It took them more than five decades to find and gather the demons. By the time the last creature was safely closed back into the Jala Vatah, only one of the three men was alive, but he knew he had no more time either. So he wrote a short warning and placed it next to the box, leaving them in a small cave in the depth of the Carpathians. With his last energy, he created a magical protection, so if the box would be opened after his death, there would be three other men who get the power to subdue the Jala Vatah's evil inhabitants, and a seer, who can help them in the quest.

The box remained untouched for almost 3000 years.

~ o ~

Somewhere in the Carpathians

"Sam, are you sure we will find something down here? Because I doubt it's the right cave. Here are nothing but stones... and dead rats" Blaine said as he looked down and saw another small skeleton. He didn't planned his summer this way. He wanted sunshine, sand, pretty boys... and not a dark cave full of disgusting things. But Sam was his best friend, so he agreed to join him and Puck on their way to Europe.

"I'm sure. Look at this carving, it's the same as on our map" Sam said heatedly as he pointed on the large leather map.

"Are you sure the woman who sold you this map wasn't a faker?" Puck asked and kicked one of the rats body out of his way.

"Guys, it's here! Come on, we are only a few steps away from the treasure! We have to keep going!"

Sam ran ahead and the others followed him slowly.

"If there is nothing but other dead rats, I will kill him, you know?" Puck said grimly.

"Oh, come on, it's fun! Nothing is better than some quality time with your best friends, even if you would be in Paris making all the pretty girls yours, right?" Blaine asked and he laughed as he saw his friend's grimance.

"If you say so..."

"Guys! I found it!" Sam yelled from the end of the cave.

Blaine and Puck looked at each other and quickly ran to Sam to see what he had found. There was a small hole on the wall with a box within it. Sam took it out and wiped the dust from the outside of it.

"That's it? We are here because of a dirty box? Are you kidding me?" Puck asked disbelievingly.

"The treasure is inside the box" Sam said and tried to open it. Blaine didn't look at him, he found something else in the hole, a piece of paper with something written on it. He couldn't read it, though, because he didn't understand the language he writer used.

"I think it's a warning. Do you really think we should open it?" he asked.

"Oh, come on. Do you want to be rich or not?" Sam asked and he finally found out how to open the box. It opened with a low crack and then something unexpected happened.

"What the..." Puck began but he couldn't finish his sentence because there was a bright blue light coming from the box, hitting all the three of them and sent them flying back to the wall. They heard screaming and saw a dozen of black shadows leaving the box with incredible speed. The shadows exited the cave quickly, leaving only darkness and silence behind.

"I will ask one more time: do you really think we should open it?" Blaine asked angrily and stood up.

"Okay, I didn't expect something like that" Sam admitted and walked back to the now empty box. "This is empty."

"Right. But what were those shadows?" Puck asked as Blaine picked up the paper from the ground.

"Well, we are just going to find out. I can read it now" Blaine said and started reading the content of the paper. As he read more and more of the words, he became pale as a ghost. "Uh, Sam? I think you just had the worst idea ever when you took us here."

"Why?" Sam asked and went closer.

"I think we freed the most dangerous demons of the world" Blaine said and handed the paper to Sam. Puck stepped behind Sam to read it, too. As he finished it, he was angrier then ever.

"I'm going to kill you!" he said and lifted his fist, but the next moment he saw flames around his arm. He paniced, he thought his arm will burn but nothing happened. His skin remained untouched but he couldn't make the flames disappear. "Okay, what the hell happened to me?"

"Don't panic, we will figure something out" Blaine said to calm his friend down. Unfortunately, Puck didn't calm down.

"Really? And what are you going to do?" Puck asked and shook his arm. He realised that he could send fire from his hand but only because it started getting towards Blaine. Puck paled. "Blaine, watch out!"

Blaine tried to get away from the fire but it came too fast. So he lifted up his arms to shield himself, closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come but nothing happened. He hesitantly opened his eyes and saw the unexpected: there was a thick shield in front of him, saving him from the fire.

"That's... that's..." he tried to say something but nothing else came out. He looked at Puck, who desperately tried to call the flames back, and then at Sam, who was watching the whole scene with wide eyes.

"Wow, dude, you have a superpower, too. That's fantastic!" Sam said finally.

"Sam, could you just please help us out?" Puck asked his friend impatiently.

Sam looked around to find something to restrain the flames with. The only thing that could help was a heavy material hanging from the ceiling, but it was fixed and he was sure he couldn't remove it. He looked back and saw Puck and Blaine facing each other, sweating and breathing heavily. He had to do something, his friends were in trouble because of him...

Sam yanked the material with two hands and it came down with suprising ease. And with part of the ceiling. He quickly ran back to his friends because he saw they don't have much time.

"Puck, help me!" he shouted and started working on the fire. Puck quickly joined him with his left arm and they could make the flames disappear in no time.

"Let's get out of here! Fast!" Blaine shouted and started running towards the exit, his friends following closely behind.

They reached the exit of the cave just in time before the ceiling could fall in over them. Blaine stopped when he was sure the distance was safe, but Sam and Puck didn't see it and came up against him hard. They all landed on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I think we are in trouble" Puck said after catching his breath. Sam and Blaine look at him with wide eyes but they couldn't disagree. Something wasn't right and it was their fault.

"So what are we going to do now?" Sam asked and stood up, pulling his friends with him without effort. "Do you see it? I have super strengh."

"You mean: fuck, I have a dangerous mission but I only wanted some money?" Blaine asked and took out the piece of paper from his back pocket.

"What are you talking about?"

Blaine showed him the paper once again.

"We freed some very dangerous demons. Everybody will die if we don't find and put them back into the box" Blaine said slowly.

"Well, fuck" Sam said as he took the information in.

"So what's our plan?" Puck asked from where he was standing a few steps away. He was afraid he would cause fire again and didn't want to hurt his friends.

"That's simple. We have to figure out what kind of power we own and than find this seer. He or she will know where we can find the demons" Blaine replied. Puck nodded and looked at Sam who watched them with wide eyes.

"You mean, we are some heroes now and have to subdue the enemy before it takes over the world?" Sam asked finally.

"Practically, yes" Blaine said.

"Fuck."

~ o ~

Lima, Ohio

It was after midnight. 16-year-old Kurt Hummel was sleeping peacefully in his basement room. This school year was the worst he had ever experienced. First his father's heart attack, then the bullying, Karofsky... he only had peace when he was asleep. Nobody could disturb him in his dreams. Well, until that night.

Kurt didn't realised at first that something was happening to him. He saw the blue light through his closed eyelids but he thought it was just some streetlight or one of their neighbours. But the light didn't go away in the next few minutes, so he opened his eyes to see what happened. His eyes widened at the sight.

His whole body was swimming in bright blue light and he wasn't in his bed anymore. He was in the air and couldn't come down. His first thought was to scream but he knew he couldn't call his father, he would have another heart attack. So Kurt had to solve the problem alone.

"Okay, so I have to step out of this thing" he said to himself and slowly sat up but that was all he could do.

"You have to go away. If my father finds me that way, he will definitely have another heart attack. I can't let it happen" he tried to speak to the light, even if it was insane. It seemed like the light understood his words because it started running around him, and after a few seconds, Kurt was on his bed again.

"Thank..." he started but a trail of light attacked him again.

It flowed through his eyelids and into his eyes. Kurt cried out in pain and started rubbing his eyes to make it go away. Suddenly, the light disappeared, making place for something horrible. Kurt found himself in the middle of a dark alley, standing against the wall and he couldn't move. And he wasn't alone. There was a man in front of him. Kurt didn't see his face because of the hood, but he saw the man's evil grin. He held a knife in his hand and stabbed the boy with it. Kurt looked down and saw several bleeding wounds on his torso and the knife glowing golden every time it made contact with his skin.

Kurt blinked and found himself in his bedroom again. He was breathing heavily and he was scared and disoriented. He hastily looked around in the dark room but there was no light, no cruel man and no knife. Just the pain which made him fall back against his pillow and sink into blackness.