"Just so that you're aware, this place is the only lintelled stone circle that is still standing in the world and is thousands of years old."

"Excellent. Thank you for reminding me of how old I am."

"Pardon?"

I turned and looked at Constantino. Even in the darkness of the car in the middle of nowhere, I could still see him easily. Cars might whizz past us, but that didn't make any difference.

"I was newly crowned when they were found. They've fought me on the subject ever since. It was like they knew that there was something worth opening the gates for."

"Humanity?"

"Perhaps. I have noticed that there is quite a distinct difference between the two worlds and their versions of humans."

"Maybe it's the diet. We have a rather processed life here."

"Processed?"

Opening the glove compartment, I showed him the empty wrappers. Every time I saw Patricia in this car, she had some kind of chocolate bar in her hand or being stuffed into her face. This was her car that she used to run around town and do her odd jobs and socialise with her friends. Harold always said that the Volkswagen was his car and he'd take it to the shops rather than his precious BMW but really, it was Patricia's car. For a few minutes more, it would be my car.

Constantino pulled out the box and the key, sliding it into the hole on the underside of the object. It began to glow blue and, in the distance, something sparked.

"It's doing something," I said with delight.

We got out of the car and grabbed the bags. As I lifted the overnight bag over my head, I looked around at the road. A vehicle was headed our way. Hopefully, it would keep going and not see a big blue glowing thing in the distance. It was the least of our problems because I knew how much security went into places of significance like this one. They desperately wanted to keep out the riff-raff, the brats that wanted to graffiti things and those that only want a chip out of the stone. Because you know, one little chip won't matter. To one person, maybe, maybe not. To a hundred people taking that one chip out, it definitely mattered. Several hundred every year and goodbye monument, hello pile of rubble.

"Constantino."

He stopped and looked at me.

"Promise me that you will do what you can to keep the structure safe."

"Well, I don't plan on knocking it over if that's what you mean. The gate is a different thing entirely. It's supposed to be strong to support the travellers. If it fails, then we will be in trouble."

Dumping the keys under the seat, I closed the door and picked up the bag. Constantino had a backpack strapped to his body like me, his hands free to deal with the marble box and the key.

"Ready?"

I nodded and took a deep breath. Just a fence to jump and then run into the darkness. Pray that no one sees us.

"We're never going to make it."

"Sure we will."

Then he paused.

"And now I remember the biggest reason that I wanted you to be fully transformed. You won't be able to match me in speed. I won't be seen, but you might be."

"Right," I said derisively. "Those lightning fast reflexes that always seem to involve a knife of some sort."

Constantino huffed a soft laugh.

"Tell you what. I'll take the bags up and be back before you even cross the road."

"Of course you will. Don't forget the fences."

"There's more than that one?"

"It's a tourist site; they have roped paths that would be perfect for you to trip over in your super speed. Have fun, smart guy."

We swapped things, and he took off, leaving me to carefully hold the box and key as I crossed the road.

"Told you so." He said eagerly when I got to the fence.

"Great," I said, rolling my eyes. "Take this, and this. Go and see if it starts to do anything."

And I'll start running once I get over the wire.

My foot got caught, and I struggled to get it free. With a yelp, I fell to the grass. It was good timing because a car approached. Remaining still, I waited for it to pass and then got up to run. Ahead of me, I could see the glow growing, a shadowed figure moving around in the circle.

By the time I reached Constantino, I was out of breath and had a cramp. Lethargy began to strike me as I leaned on one of the stones. Constantino had placed the stone in the centre of the circle then put the key back into the hole. As he turned it, the stone circle shifted.

I gasped, watching as the enormous stones moved like they were nothing but a part of a mechanism.

"Grab the bags, Lucy."

Lifting one over my head, I picked up the other two and walked over to him. This was it; this was where I said goodbye to the Earth and to those that I'd loved and lost. My parents would always be a part of my memories no matter where I was, but the fact that I'd never be able to visit their plaques made my mood lower again. I'd miss my sister, but she wouldn't care that I was gone. 

We hadn't spoken in years; she hated how things had turned out. Both of us were given exactly the same education and the best start in our young lives. I worked hard, studied whenever I could and got to the places where I wanted to be. Kylie, on the other hand, she slacked off because she was too busy trying to get the boys to pay attention to her. She was caught smoking in the bathroom at school, and it went down from there. Being the older twin was undoubtedly a hard life, and she made it known that it was the case.

The circle shifted again when Constantino turned the key. Things clunked, and some of the stones began to lift. I stared in wonder until I heard something. Blinking hard, I frowned and turned to the sound.

"Uh, we're about to get a lot of company."

"I'm getting there," Constantino grumbled. "The combination is not easy to crack, you know."

The stones kept moving, and the guards kept running. Did they want to know what we were doing or how we were doing it?

Stepping back, I kept an eye on the guards while trying to get closer to Constantino. The sooner we got through the gate, the better.

I gasped when one of the stones moved up onto the posts, becoming a lintel. It snapped into place like it was as light as a feather. As I turned to the circle, I kept seeing the stones moving, shifting into the right spot. The glow grew and, on the motorway, I saw that cars had stopped. This world now knew that Stonehenge was something entirely different. 

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Interesting fact about Stonehenge (Not a part of the competition)

According to http://mentalfloss.com/article/68341/15-monumental-facts-about-stonehenge

"It wasn't until 1977 that the mounting of Stonehenge's rock structures became explicitly prohibited. The decree followed significant erosion of the stones from their human interactions. That may sound wild, but things were even crazier until the early 20th century—tourists were given chisels to facilitate souvenir-taking!"

Is this correct? If it isn't, comment and let me know!