Stergis had them gather around him. He pulled out a blood red velvet pouch containing a few choice supplies for the incantation. He used the ritual to send the first group home, including George whom had been here longer than the rest of them. When he started with the next group she gently held his hand and a dark red light sparked between them. All of them made it safely near the stream. Many of them began kissing the ground and weeping.

"Stergis why don't we gather everyone and take them to the village, to get reacquainted with their families and friends?"

"That's a wonderful idea. Afterwards, I'd love for you to see my underground lair." He offered.

"I'd love that." She replied, trying not to blush.

Then all of the sudden from behind him he heard a voice that was impossible.

"Runt warlock is that really you?" spoke one of the others he'd brought back.

"Stergis it's me." She spoke. His face went completely white as if he'd seen ghosts. It can't be, he thought. Then he slowly turned to see who she was.

"What happened to you, we thought the warlocks murdered you."

"When they attacked I slipped into a portal and the fear made me shift back, but I couldn't get home."

Stergis hugged her tightly, and then explained  this was Veronia, his sister.He still thought he was having a dream that it couldn't be real. Ravenessa explained to the others that they were all going to go into the village and have a celebration. They would have a great time, coming home again.

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