[ WP ] An ancient cult preforms a dark ritual in 1914 to summon someone from 100 years in the future . You are that person .

A bright light, the sensation of falling and then a sharp pain in the back of the head. I knew the drill by now. 
 
 `` Dammit, what is it this time? ``, I mumbled while rubbing the back of my head. I looked around trying to figure out where I landed this time. Hooded figures, pentagram on the ground, candles everywhere, the usual. At least no severed goat heads this time. 
 
 The leader of the group approached me. You can tell who's the leader, because he always looks more flashy than the others. Most of the time it's a red robe or a pendant or something like that. 
 
 `` Oh Chosen One, we have summoned you to...'' 
 
 `` Look man'', I cut him off, `` I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not the chosen one, I'm not the Dark Lord or any of that.'' 
 
 He looked confused. They always do. 
 
 `` But the ritual...'' 
 
 `` I'm sure you did a fine job with that and by the way, nice touch with the scent. What is that? Myrrh?'' 
 
 `` Well, yes...'', he stammered. `` The instructions were n't quite clear on that, Chose...'' 
 
 I interupted him again: `` Told you already, not your Chosen One. Let me tell you a story, ok? One day I walk into this antique book store. I'm not sure why, I was n't looking for anything in particular, but it had this really old books in the window and somehow I got this urge to check it out. So I do and I'm just browsing and finally I come across this really old book. 
 
 It's bound in leather and has all these weird symbols and drawings in it and it's all in Latin. Suddenly I get this really strange feeling, like someone is standing right behind me. So I put the book down again and, clumsy as I am, I cut myself on one of the pages. No big deal, just a papercut, I think. 
 
 How wrong I was. See somehow a drop of my blood must have gotten on the book and it formed some kind of connection with me. 
 Ever since that day I ca n't go trough a week without being summoned by a bunch of fine gentlemen such as yourselves. 
 
 Now if you could do me a favor and get that book for me, so I can show you the spell that will send me back to my time.'' 
 
 For a moment the leader just stared at me blankly, then he looked at one of his companions, who just shrugged. 
 
 He looked back at me and said:'' We... We do n't have the book.'' 
 
 `` You what? ``, I replied angrily. 
 `` How did you summon me then? You must have the book. Where is it?'' 
 
 `` Well, we only have descriptions... fragments.'' 
 
 `` Show me, show me now! ``, I demanded. 
 
 The leader gestured to the same cultist he was looking at before. He pulled a few loose sheets of paper out from under his robe. The leader nodded at him and he handed me the papers. 
 Frantically I looked trough the papers, turning every page over again and again. 
 A wave of panic swept over me. Then the realization. 
 
 `` It's not here. Is this all you have?'' 
 
 The leader nodded. 
 
 `` Well, fuck.'' 
 
 
 EDIT: Spelling 
 
 

