THERON OF EVIL

had no business being there at an hour like that. We settled down to do our home work in one tent, which was mine, because I was the opposite of fearless. After we were done, we sha

e specific, earth and the spirit world, is Homer. Homer is the gateway to the spirit world. " "Augh ohhh." "What! You girls are freaking me out!" Elena wondered. Jason chickened out, "Okay, in simple words to a dumb guy, you opened the gate to the spirit world, and that means the spirits are already in our world, and we have no fucken time left to waste. Either we hatch a plan now and die trying to save Rockville and possibly the world, or we die pretending we know nothing about these, but both options end up with "die". You two messed up big time. Elena frowned, giving me the stomach aches I dislike most. We kept on talking for about thirty minutes more, then Elena and I retired into her tent while Jason decided to sleep in the car. The following morning was rather weird as we woke up to see Jason, sleeping soundly on the floor with a bruised forehead, and the door of the car left ajar. It took a lot of shouting and, well, a couple of slaps to get him to wake up. I was so scared that I had begun to think he had kicked the bucket. "Oh really? So "I'm going to sleep in the car" and you go get drunk? I didn't know you drank? Look into your eyes. I'm not sure you even slept. Look at how pale, weak, and tired you are... " "You talk... too much, Yo," he struggled to say. Elena took out a bottle of water from the tent and gave him some to drink, then gave him the rest to wash off the sleep from his face. After he had breakfast, which we were able to put together from the few things Elena and I brought, we were sure he was fully awake, so we began to interrogate him to get some real answers. "I can sue you both for calling me or thinking that I am a drunkard. I'd rather... "Just shut up and tell us why the hell you were down there, Jason. "What happened?" Elena demanded, as we were all growing impatient. " I don't know if it was a dream or a vision, but there sure was pro wrestling involved," he smiled. I remember adjusting the seats, so I could relax and sleep. Then, when I was about half an hour into my sleep, I found myself at a seashore, and the fairy, that woman, joined me and said to me that there wasn't much time left, so I was to be trained. The sun was burning at its hottest, and she asked me to feel the heat of the day and try to make it pop out of my fingertips. Well, technically that sounded absurd, and I couldn't do it. She then took me to a very dark place where I could not see a thing and asked me to find the door, so I could get out. I was left there roaming all by myself. The room kept growing hotter and hotter by the second. At a point, all my focus was on the hot room because I could feel my body grow super warm, and with my mind I freely let go of the heat, channeling it through my veins and making it appear as fire in my palm, and oh my God, I was actually holding fire in my palm. I almost freaked out, I swear. " "Wow, that's an awesome story, which still doesn't explain why the floor was the perfect place to spend the night." I interrupted, "And your forehead?" Elena teased, "Won't you two ever believe a word I say?" Next time, back up your words with evidence and find good stories to tell for a lie. No more drinking, aye? " He said, his brow furrowed. I scolded, and joined Elena, who was vacating the scene to pack up some items that would come in handy for the rest of the journey to Homer. As we were murmuring inside the tent to each other about Jason's being an alcoholic, my attention was caught by Jason's shadow. He kept struggling to contai