AAMON SLITS his palm with his dagger and lets the blood drip onto the cave walls. Using his index finger, he draws a triangle within a circle with his blood and places his slit palm in the center.
"How long is this going to take?", I ask with a bored look.
"Ten years"
"Aamon", I snap.
"A few minutes okay, now let me concentrate if you want to get back to your wife before she gets maimed". He closes his eyes and starts to chant some ancient spell.
"You know what, I really hate you".
"It's your lucky day brother because the feeling's mutual". He drawls back and continues his chants.
'Hecate I offer you my blood, in exchange, lend me your powers. Grant unto me the ability to open portals where portals cannot be opened. Lend me the strength to crush every barrier in my path. Activus Po
