The group of furry creatures rushed past the marked spot left by their master. They continued on toward the center of the Black Forest. A powerful wind blew across the forest floor, it picked up getting stronger almost lifting the creatures off the ground.
In the heart of the Black Forest, the creatures froze, and formed a neat circle around the circumference of the ring of fire. From the burning ring a cloaked figure stepped out, and grinned.
"Oh- my dear ones. I am glad to see you in high spirits today. Although it has been eons since I last saw you...How many years have actually passed? (sighs) Never mind that. What matters now is that I am back from the Netherworld. I finally managed to escape from there. Thanks to you all for your hard work of gathering everything needed for the prison break from death's grip. Now...I do hope you found the book...what's with the long faces? What? You did not find it? C'mon...how hard could it be to find a book in the Black Forest?"
The creatures yelped in terror seeing the sight of flames in the cloaked figure's eye sockets. They knew not to get on their master's bad side.
Soon the pack took off, and retraced their steps...but they still could not find the book.
Meanwhile, in another area farther away from the Black Forest a young child stumbled upon an old looking book. The kid leaned closer, and tried to get a hold of the book. The book snapped at him with its sharp jaws that popped out just as the child was a few inches from having the book in hand.
Back in the Black Forest, the cloaked figure chuckled to himself. "What have we got here? Hey, this kid needs to learn not to steal things that are someone else's. Let's go teach that spoiled brat a lesson."
Thunder rumbled in the heavens, while lightning flashed in the sky. Before the lightning reached the ground near the ring of fire, the being had already opened a portal that led to his prized possession, the book made out of human flesh.
The kid screamed the moment it felt a skeletal hand from a portal reached out to grab him by his throat. That skeletal hand felt a wave of a water form, and they crystallize around it- almost cracking the bones from the inside out.
"My, my...this one is not like most of the other children that I have captured. I think we should keep him, and train him. After all, I need to pass on the art of the ancient magic, and unic down to someone else."