(Background: we were running to save someone(?), who had been taken(?).)

I arrived at a small pagan/fairy altar, and I know (somehow) that to save him, we must each step up to the altar at speak aloud a secret truth. Trembling, I stepped up to the alter, others watching silently. �I want to be a storyteller,� I said hesitantly.

I felt hands on my shoulders, drawing me back and away. I turned around, unable to speak, but apparently the look on my face clearly said: I wasn't done!

He shrugged apologetically, then walked me over to the bar and got me a drink.