Medea stood in a triangle with Rebeccah and Elysif around the graveyard. Holding out their arms blood came from their hands like strings in the air that connected the three. The strings of blood that didn’t connect to each other began twisting in the air, forming a piece of art above the prisoners. The agents stared in awe of the sight that they were witnessing. Even Mordred who knew what was happening couldn’t help but see the beauty in it.

The prisoners, realizing what was happening, began trying to escape. The invisible barrier blocked any chance of escape though and it ended up looking like a small riot inside. As this was happening the floating string art above them began spinning around while moving independently inside. Like gears moving inside of more gears in opposite directions. Certain parts of the amalgamation would stop moving and without any kind of explanation would shine a light from it that lined up perfectly with one of the many stars in the night sky.

After the amalgamation had stopped moving the lights had lined up with so many stars I could not count them all. Then the amalgamation moved to shift all of the lights into a single beam aimed directly up. The gravestones in the graveyard that had been worn and barely legible slowly became brand new as if they were placed yesterday. At this time Medea began to chant: “Sands of time, sands of time, hear my calls. Return from you what was lost and replace it with these. Blood upon blood, drip into the narrow crevice, fill the void and become one, I call upon the wish bringer. Hear my cry and return what was lost.”

The light which was shining above turned darker than night. The prisoners below turned to ashen dust and were sucked up into the dark light. Then the dark light above began to change colors in a way that reminded me of Aurora Borealis. From the light emerged a being I knew all too well. Tim, in the usual toga like garb floated down from the light. Everyone except me fell to their knees in awe.

“I thank you for this offering, young one. Who may it be that you wish to return from death?” Tim asked.

“I wish for my master's return.” Medea said with true fear in her eyes. Something I have yet to see from her.

“I’m afraid that I cannot summon your master. For he is not dead, however, I will give you a piece of him which is dead.” Tim replied.

“Oh cut the crap you pretentious bastard!” I yelled. Tim looked over towards me with the usual carefree expression. Everyone else on the other hand looked at me in shock. They too were in a state of fear.

“Oh, Lou, how are you?” Tim said in a somewhat excited tone.

“Not that great. Now, tell me why you of all people are accepting sacrifices and bringing back the dead?” I asked with a tinge of annoyance in my voice.

“You stopped visiting me so I figured since someone was trying to summon me, I would answer.” Tim replied like a lonely little psychopath.

“Okay…” I said. Everyone else was horrified that I was talking to Tim like I was and most were shocked that I sounded like I knew Tim personally.

“Anyways, here you go.” Tim said to Medea as an item formed in his hand that resembled a mask. It was a plain white mask that had no eye holes or mouth hole. Dropping it to the ground, Medea scrambled to it and Tim along with the light disappeared.

As Medea scrambled to reach the mask I snapped the rope off and charged at her. Reaching around her with my left hand I held her and with my right hand I held my knife to her throat. She seemed somewhat stunned by this but we both knew it was an act. Capturing her was all part of the plan that Silva had laid out. Medea slowly stood up with the mask in hand. My knife remained at her throat as she did. Rebeccah attempted to strike out at me with her magic as I did this but Elysif launched some of the blood strings at her and placed a magic seal on her.

“I wasn’t expecting that.” Mordred said as she walked towards us.

“Drop the mask Medea.” I said.

“Certainly.” she replied as several crimson blades launched out of her back, severing my arms off. In one swift motion she turned around and slammed the mask against my face. As she did the mask turned to a viscous consistency and wrapped itself around my face. My arms began to grow back quickly so I desperately tried to remove the mask.

Its paste-like consistency soaked into the pores of my face and seeped a little into my mouth. It burned as it did before it entered my eyes. I screamed in pain and clawed away at my face while throwing myself all over the place. Eyeholes and a mouth slit formed in the mask along with a diagonal black line that went from the bottom right of my face to the top left. Teeth formed in the mask which opened up in an inhuman way to release my screams. From the eye holes tears of my blood poured out staining the mask.

“What have you done, Medea?” Mordred yelled as she drew her sword. Elysif ran up to me and tried pulling the mask off to no avail before I passed out from the pain.

“I did what was necessary.” Medea said as a figure wearing a long coat and weilding a glowing sword appeared between the two. His long grey hair flowed in the night breeze and the glowing armor placed on his arms and shins reflected the moonlight perfectly. The only thing that was different was the fact that instead of the regular mask, he instead had a cloth mask covering his mouth and nose.

“You!” Mordred yelled as she readied her sword.

“Master!” Medea said surprisingly with a tone of embarrassment.