Dick was running so fast he felt his thighs hurt, but he was finally passing the gates of the cemetery. He needed to stop them.

Jason had died two years ago, and his partner at the time vanished after months of depression, but they were back, and scarier than he ever saw.

"Stop!" Dick screams, running to Jason's grave, but his partner already started the ritual, the necromancy ritual to bring Jason back, deeply forbidden on the Fae world, specially for royality like they were. "Please, don't do this!"

But he hits a barrier, a protection shield that didn't let him get closer. Dick slamed his fist on the shield, but Jason's partner didn't even move. He was crying, desperate.

But then, a chilling silence came out of nowhere. Dick was about to slam his hand again on the shield, but it vanished. He ran to the grave, and pulled Jason's partner back, but they fell, blacked out. That was a bad sign.

Then the dirt moved. And moved again. Then a hand came out of it.

Jason was alive.