She cut her hand with a small stone she picked up from the grass, and rubbed her blooded Palm flat on the Stonehenge. The stones absorbed the red liquid leaving no evidence that the blood had stained its grey blanket. She closed her eyes and in the old language said, "By the blood of my mother."

She walked to the side parallel to the one she stood.

Liam's eyes fixated on the distant view, as he prepared himself to enter the holy grounds.

It had been years since he last ...