The Mystics

Prologue

"Shall we begin," asked the man in charcoal suit to his five companions. They are all standing in a graveyard. Everything was green grass, flowers, & stones.

It was the cat goddess who answered. She was wearing an ancient egyptian looking dress. It has a body of a woman and a head of a cat, sleek and furred, with huge yellow slit-pupiled eyes, a long pointed snout and high triangular ears. The cat goddess was tall and slender. Feet were bare, toenails black and pointed like claws. "It is time," Bastet announced.

The other three nodded in agreement.

They all circled around a very large pot. It was full of blood - blood of the thirty pure-blood witches. It was large enough for a full grown-man to sit in.

A tall, dark woman with heavy-lidded eyes, wearing a black cloak, pointed her wand at the bottom of the pot and muttered "incendia". The logs under the pot caught fire. Then, they all wait for the blood to boil.

When the blood was boiling, the man in charcoal suit announced "It is ready."

They could hear noises on their feet. It was the hissing of the snakes. The loyal servants of the dark lord. They were slithering through the grass, circling the large pot.

"Now," hiss the cat goddess.

They all raised their hands, except for the man in charcoal suit. The woman in black cloak raised her wand. They closed their eyes, and started muttering their enchantments.

The man in charcoal suit muttered "The most powerful wand in existence, may it give you not just powers beyond imagination, but also powers that are invincible," before dropping a wand to the large pot. The blood in the pot hiss and turned into poisonous green.

The man in charcoal suit fumbled in his jacket pocket for a glass vial full of blood. "Blood of the unicorn, may it give you an eternal life" muttered the man before pouring the blood in the potion. The potion turned into pitch black.

"Fangs of the basilisk, may it resurrect the dark lord from death," the man fumbled for two fangs in his pocket and dropped it in the potion. The liquid within turned into the color of blood orange sun instantly. The large pot erupted and sent sparks in all directions.

And then, the chaos stopped. So did the enchantments. There was a large mist that emanated from the large pot. Through the mist, a figure of a full grown man rose from the large pot, clutching a wand in his right hand.

Wordless, everyone bent their knees in unison. The woman in black cloak murmured "My lord".

The air was suddenly filled with noise of swishing of cloaks. All around the graveyard, every wizards are appearing out of nowhere. Some were apparating. All of them bending the knee. For the first time in a hundred of years, the dark lord had returned from the dead.