1692, Eight white men came out from the thick dark forest, late a night, the full moon giving everything a silvery shine, like the edge of a sharp sword. They were in cloaks of various designs and colors, speaking the English accent.

  "Where are we" Said William.

  “I'll check” George replied. He clasped his two hands together and muttered words of an unknown language. "Somewhere in Africa"

  "Africa?" Everyone else muttered unsatisfactorily.

  "I know, I know, okay, just calm down" George said.

  "I thought the spell we casted was supposed to make the villagers gone" Edward said out of panic. The eight of them all Stared at each other, not knowing anything on what they could do.

  "I told you guys not to bring fear into the ritual, you know fear messes with a sorcerers spell" Jane retorted angrily.

  "At least we know the killers wouldn't get to us in here, so....no fear, let's do the spell again" Said Sarah. Just then an arrow suddenly came from nowhere and hit Sarah in the chest. All the men screamed out of shock, and Sarah screamed out of pain, staring blankly at the people, and she dropped dead immediately to the ground.

  "They followed us" Alice shouted, they were all confused, all they could think about was to run, and they did, leaving Sarah in a pool of blood, leaving any useless part of their cloaks that would slow them down.

  "How Could they have gotten to us, we totally apperated" Mary said..her heart drumming loudly against her chest.

  "Like Jane said...our fear must have caused the portal to remain open after we got sucked in" Robert mentioned, running as fast as he could on his long legs.

  About a hundred people were chasing them, with pitch forks, torches, and all sorts of weapons. After running for a while they saw a little hut standing alone, within kilometers and kilometers of trees and forests. They all ran inside, hoping to hide from the villagers.

  "What are we going to do" Alice said inbetween gasps for breath. "They'll find us in here, the hut is very obvious"

  "Well, there's nothing we can do" Said Robert. "Weather or not we hide, they'll find us all, and we can't do magic because of our fear"

  "But we are the last sorcerers in the world" Jane said."All will be lost, the works of our ancestors, all will amount to nothing"

  Hopelessness grew in everyone's hearts and an idea sparked in Georges mind

  "It doesn't have to be that way" He said.

  "What do you mean" Mary said with a confused smile.

  Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

  "Well, in a journal I read, there's a spell we can all cast, we'll inject our powers into a material, we can make it so that when a worthy person makes hold of it, they receive our powers and our knowledge about magic, our legacy lives"

  "Yes, yes, yes, that's a great idea" Said William as hope began to take charge in every body's faces.

  "And the best part is fear doesn't interfere with this spell" said George.

  "Great!!" Alice exclaimed with a frown on her face. " A spell that can help us, fear intercepts it, a spell that could literally kill us, fear doesn't do anything to it"

  "Alice is right" Said Jane. "Giving up our powers would kill us"

  "If we do it, we die, if we don't do it......we still die" Said Robert. The faint angry scream of the incoming villagers could be heard. Everyone gasped and became scared.

  "WE KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE" The leading villager shouted as they were a few yards from the hut. "YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER, YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS TO US AND ESCAPE, I DON'T THINK SO"

  "What do we do" Said George. "They'll interfere with our ritual"

  "I'll hold them off" Said Jane as she stood up to go outside.

  "NO!" William exclaimed with anger.

  "I don't have fear in me...I'll be able to fight, I can do this" William and Jane stared at each other romantically for a few seconds.

  "Stay safe" William said, and Jane leaves to the villagers.

  "Have you come to surrender?" The leader said.

  " Yes, we have surrendered, but not to you,this is your last chance" Jane said with authority and a straight face.

  The villagers laughed mockingly. Before anyone knew it Jane waved her hands and fire erupted from the ground where she was standing to the leader with a loud divine gush, burning him to ashes. The villagers were all scared at first but they all started charging... throwing all sorts of entities in which Jane blocked with a protection spell. A beam of green light shot out from Jane's hand and hit the ground, huge stone walls grew from the earth and surrounded the hut, she quickly ran inside to join the others who were holding hands In a circle. She joined hands with William and Alice.

  "We need an object" Said George.

  "Here" Robert said. He quickly took of a pendant from around his neck, it had a unique design that seemed to be part of an ancient forgotten language. He passed it on to George who placed it at the center of the circle they formed.

  "Say after me" George said as he closed his eyes. " NOS NOBIS TRADIMUS QUOD VIDEMUS, UT VIRES NOSTRAS SERVEMUS ET MUNDUM NOSTRUM SAVEMUS"

  They all repeated the spell over and over again, saying it louder and faster each time. The wind hushed, and it began to blow a little and it soon became violent, the nice warm weather changed, thunder clapped wildly, the clouds gathered and covered the bright moon. The necklace began to hover slowly in the air. The wind that was almost an hurricane was blowing wildly and was starting to destroy the stone wall...the villagers who were trying to climb over were seen, being lifted in the air like nylon bags.

  The stone wall finally broke apart...followed by the hut, leaving the sorcerers against the wind, but they weren't affected. No one could go near the sorcerers as the wind will violently tear them apart.

  Long streams of multicolored light shot out from each of their chests and began to enter into the pendant causing the ground to shake like an earthquake and the wind more violent. It shot out with a divine sound, brightening up the place, oozing with energy as everything vibrated.

  They could feel it, their souls being drawn out with their powers.

  The angry villagers watched in awe, not knowing what was happening. The wind took out their torches and violently flapped their clothes.

  “Bloody hell” A young woman said

  “What d'you reckon they're doing” Another man said.

  “Don't know, but it's best we leave”

  “NO” A man shouted. “We would go in there and end their lives” He walked in and the wind took him off his feet and violently tore him apart, ripping every cell in his body like blended substance. Gasps of horror filled the villagers mouths.

  A few minutes later and the wild weather stopped abruptly. The sorcerers fell to the ground with a resounding thud. They all went pale, lifeless. The necklace which was silver in colour before was now bright shimmering gold. It stayed in the air for a few seconds until it slowly sunk to the ground.

  The second it touched the ground fire erupted with rage around it, burning kilometers and kilometers from the pendant. The sorcerers and all the villagers got burned and all turned into clean ash as the pendant sat gloriously on a rock on the unburned pad of grass, glowing, waiting for the worthy soul.