The altar

After catching his breath, Zagan followed his brother to the second-largest boulder, ready to shift it into position. Xairo counted down, and on his count, Zagan shifted his weight into the stone. His muscles were starting to ache- screaming out in protest- but he ignored the discomfort- it was only temporary.

With a final lurch, they pushed the boulder into place, lodging it next to the first one. Slowly, the platform of their altar was coming to life.

“She said we need all four elements.” He grumbles, looking over his shoulder at his brother, who was inspecting their work. “To strengthen the rituals.” His gaze shifts back to the boulders. “Earth.” Then back to Xairo. “I’ll collect an element of air. You collect an element of water.” His head motions to the roaring waves beyond the cliffside, a sly smirk pulling the corners of his lips.

"Zagan Saxe"