Jasper POV
"A sacrifice!" Kid screamed, backing away slowly. "I'm feeling like maybe not."
"No," I argued. "We absolutely need a sacrifice."
Kid laughed nervously. Huh, why was he acting so strange?
"We need someone who is incredibly strong," I said.
Kid flexed, pursing his lips and nodding.
"Someone who is smart."
"I did get an A- in math," Kid murmured.
"And someone who is incredibly handsome."
Kid did the Bieber hairflip. "Yeah, I'm a stud."
"I know exactly who to use!" I exclaimed, smiling broadly.
"But I don't want to die," Kid whined, stomping his foot. Again I wondered why he was acting so strange.
"Mike Newton."
"WHAT!?"
OOOOO
Random Hermit POV
Step One: Identify pixie.
Well that was easy, the pixie was a pixie. And um…she had a face. Okay, identified.
Step Two: Learn to tango.
I looked up from the book, determined. Time to learn how to tango.
OOOOO
Third Person POV
The park was peaceful, maybe a little too peaceful. The moon—or was it the sun?—shone upon the birds and squirrels, the humans of the town having left the park because of the heat—or was it the cold?
It was peaceful that is, until a certain chicken entered it.