5 warlocks gathered in their shrine with the warlock master. All of the warlocks sat to their special thrones. Warlock master closed his eyes and concentrated on his imaginary fire. Warlocks gazed upon their master for a short minute and picked a large,dusty saga from the library of the shrine. the oldest of the fire master slowly, carefully opened the old piece of parchomaine and began to read it, getting faster as the written knowledge continued.
Warlock master nodded, took a deep breath and accompanied the oldest warlock.
"Awaken!Awaken!Awaken!"
Center of the shrine was suddenly captured by will powered flames. A silouhette of a wretched hand showed himself through the chaos of the leech.
"Awaken the terror! Awaken the animation! Awaken the horned!"
A thick, sub-commanding voice shattered the thrones of the scholomance, wailing and making the earth shiver to be resurrected.
"Awaken! Awaken the fire! REBORN! REBORN!"
Master suddenly opened his eyes. Then he witnessed the beast. All of the warlocks stood up and started to worship the creature.
"Speak!" roared the creature as the horns attached to its head, made rhytmical sounds,speaking an unknown language where the tongue didn't rule.
The master nodded and smiled."You have been awakened."
The beast gazed upon the warlocks with his devilish red eyes.
"Speak you imperfect speakers!"
