Today is my eighteenth birthday, and I'm in my second year of college. I was driving down the road listening to some of my favorite music, when I got a call telling me to come to hospital. After a few hours I got the news that my brother went into a coma after getting hit by a drunk driver. Then I started praying to every god or goddess I could think of, hoping that my prayers would be answered. It didn't seem that I would have much luck. The only other thing I could think of was a soul for a soul. If the gods and goddesses wouldn't help me, I would have to take a different approach. I got in my car, went to the crossroads, and made the worst mistake of my life.