The scream cut through the air into their bones. Percy froze for a moment, that came from the front of the house, and it sounded like a woman.
"Ura," George whispered before taking off like a bullet. Soon Percy and Thalos were left alone with the huge circular hole in the ground.
"The spirit's dividing us. We have to end the ritual now," He said calmly. "I'm gonna dig around for the body."
He leapt into the hole, soft black soil cushioning his landing. It was too dark to see any signs of skin or a corpse, but he kept searching.
"Percy, we can't find it without George," Thalos sighed. "We have to go get him and find out what's happening."
Percy scrambled out of the hole cursing, this was shaping out to be a problem already. If he stayed behind while Thalos left then he would certainly be attacked.
They both ran back to the front of the house and found Ura fighting against her husband. Her black hair was scattered and her calm voice tore through the silent night.
