…A few days later… 

Dylan was still in shock about his apparition; and the unknown about wheather this man could be himself, or worse yet his future self; the man he would become. Though he knew within his heart, he’d never become the byproduct of wickedness.

Tonight they had to go to a sacred truce, a gathering King Ryleigh, and King Orville made several years ago; a truce brought together by magick-users and Reptilians…
‘’Asher it is time to go.’’ Dylan said. Asher noticed for the past few days, Dylan hasn’t been himself. He asked what the purpose of this Gathering was.
‘’One day many years ago, two King’s made a truce, and since then once a year when the moon shines it’s brightest, magick-practicing humans gather together with Reptilians. An ancient species of lizard-like people, that live within a futuristic part of Desmount.’’
Asher wondered if it was appropriate, had he go, when he was not yet a sorcerer. Dylan not seeing a problem with it, decided to never leave the side of his Boltcat.
While the moon was just a sliver, they walked into the cold night; and when they arrived there it was almost full. Asher looked up in the sky, seeing the strangest UFOs. They were clear, circular, like an orb, but inside was a fiery ball of blue radiation that let out electric shocks similar to lightning. ‘’Dylan, what are those?” The bright lights were almost blinding.

‘’Those are Reptilian UFOs.’’ He gazed at the memorizing balls. Their attention was distracted by the noises of ghouls. ‘’Oh no!’’ Asher heard their ghastly noises. Hoards of rotting undead emerged from the bushes, with outstretched arms ready to attack them. Dylan chanted something soft and inaudible to his staff.

‘’Don’t worry Asher, ghouls are slaves to sorcerer’s.’’