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The veritably space hummed with magic. Raw, dark and ancient power. The enchantress sang the ancient morning song. The hands humming to her tune.

" Wake the dust

Wake the Earth

Wake the dead

Wake the laid.

Rise for the sky calls

The sun has mourned your demise

Rise oh rise!

Rise!!

Rise!!!"

The grave shook, the Earth groaning and pulsing.

also peace.

The youthful demoiselle stepped forth.

The pest snappily claiming her dying branches.

It could only wail and hyperventilate a cry as the chains tossed her violently to the grave.

also the enchantress beach again. Each tone advanced than the last. Till the ground broke and the old grave jabbered. Grave monuments breaking violently.

The hooded men opened the casket. There laid the mummified body of a beauty in life. It's caramel hair still radiant.

The enchantress sang as she took the onyx pendant on it's gray chain and hung on the dying demoiselle.

The pest desisted , her skin smooth as a child. Her eyes turning a b
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