His hair fell across his face in a filthy brown clump. He gasped for breath, weary of the figure standing over him. Blazing red eyes bore into the back of his neck.

Magic pulsed around him, the blue energy surging through the pentagram like fire. Tongues of cold fire erupted from black candles. A chilling atmosphere sat heavy in the air.

“I can't hear anything!” he cried, sweat pouring down his brow, “I can't channel the spirit!”

The man looming over him rose his lip in a snarl, stark white hair flailing in the mystical wind swirling around the room. “Do you think I care, human? Try harder!”

Gasping for breath, he nodded. He slapped his hands in the center of the circle, pushing more magic into the spell. The energy crackled like electricity, casting an eerie blue light on his face. He clenched his jaw in exertion, veins bulging on his temples.

The flow of magic was suddenly interrupted, the sparks sputtering and dying out. He gasped, a dry gag in the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back into his skull and he collapsed face-forward.

The man above him snorted. “Typical mortal,” he muttered, turning his attention to the door. “Hawkins,” he snapped, a rugged-looking man at the door jerking to attention, “Return him to his cell. We will try this again when he wakes up.”

“Boss, it's been years and he still hasn't made a connection,” Hawkins said, dark green eyes avoiding the twitching figure on the floor. “I think you should search for another medium. This guy isn't workin’.”  

The man paused in the doorway, reptilian eyes flashing. “I believe that will do.”

Author's Note- just a tiny prologue! are you excited?