“It’s called a blood pact!”

Wheaty was whispering all overdramatically, sitting in the tent across from Linny as he held the flashlight beneath his chin. It was already dark outside, they were supposed to sleep soon on this camping trip the Breakthrough Camp had planned. Surely some of the adults who watched them would also control the tents and send them off to sleep after the eventful day they had.

But Wheaty still had to tell Linny this overly important thing. He had read about it in some old book he had pulled out of Eli’s shelf. 

“We have to poke our palms with a knife, so there is a drop of blood and then we shake hands. Then we have a bloodpact, it means that we can never ever betray the other and will always be at each other’s side! Nothing can get us down then and we will always be strong.”

Some childish idea of forevers and eternities. But te idea had Wheaty hooked. The heroes in that book had made a bloodpact and that had helped them be victorious against any evil in the end. And Wheaty was sure, if he wanted a bloodpact with anyone, it had to be Linny!

Grabbing the pocket knife Eli had gifted him and placing it right between them, Wheaty tilted his head to the side. This was serious. They needed any powers they could get against that damn fate, bad luck, annoying adults and all that stuff that just... happened. 

“Wanna do that?”