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The shadows seemed to dance around him, emphasizing the twisted contours of his expression. "Your king, Liam, seeks knowledge, seeks power," he continued, his words weaving a tapestry of mystique. "And in this pursuit, he has inadvertently unleashed forces that defy mortal comprehension." I tightened my grip on the torch, trying to maintain composure. The wizard's words resonated with a cryptic weight, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive. The wizard's eerie laughter reverberated in the dimly lit chamber as I staggered backward, my grip faltering, and the torch clattering to the ground.

I added sarcastically while looking at her. “We won’t disappear from the Demon of Black Magic or his followers. They’ll still be able to see us. But right now everyone is distracted with the Lycan King and the Demon of Black Magic. As you can see, he crashed into the wall and still hasn’t gotten up. Now hurry.” She paused for a second before I quietly whispered the spell as violet magical circles formed beneath my feet. “Velthar nox… Umbra veil… Seraphis mora…” “Am I invisible now?” I asked after she fell silent and started leading me toward the door.

I froze on my spot on seeing the image before me, all I could see was the shadow of a lady covered in blue light, I couldn't see her face as shining light pierced my eyes making me cover my sight I fell to my knees and covered my eyes, "Open...open...open….your..eyes...your..eyes…" Her voice echoed, "Who are you?" I asked still not looking up "I'm your unknown, listen...listen….listen...to me……" "Take..this...and….put….it...on...on...on...never...you...remove...it….from….your...neck… or you want to die" "Why should I put that on who are you?!" I asked loudly "Argue not with your maker, save your breath for the long-awaited time" She spoke.

Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches. Being a witch herself, Sungul was always proud of the status we hold in the world. People would look upon us as if we were gods. Magic was a mystery that most couldn’t understand. It was chaotic, unknowing and seemingly unyielding, and yet to them we were able to control it with a slew of words or a twirl of a wand. To them, being able to wield magic as “flawlessly” as we can was a sign that we were blessed by the gods.

I take a look across me and see every one from the audience is enjoying the music , the bass and the judges,especially harry seems to be having fun. If you're lookin' For Mr. Right Need that magic To change him over night Here's the answer Come and get it While you've still got time Get your boy on his knees And repeat after me, say, Oh Take a sip of my secret potion I'll make you fall in love (Fall in love) For a spell that can't be broken (Broken) One drop should be enough (Ooh) Boy, you belong to me I got the recipe and it's called Black Magic

"Impossible!! But you were killed right before my very own eyes" Joyce exclaimed. The wizard smiled and said "In our world, I may be dead but just like Sonia, I have more than one life" Joyce was relieved a bit that her beloved mate was not dead. "Once again, I order you to release her" the wizard warned. "Who are you to tell us what to do?" the tribal chief asked. "I am that god you offer sacrifice to" everyone gasped the moment the wizard said those words.

I try again, I tell her of the tales Ebander once shared with me about her, about how it was when they were children. The spirits scream and the lights of the chandelier burst, raining down shards of cracked glass. The Sorceress, sensing the change in the air, doubles her efforts. “Do not listen to the foolish girl!” she orders the Black Wolf. Her incantations bleed out of desperation. The symbols flare, casting the room in a ghastly light that paints everything in hues of despair.

That raged Kye and he dug his heels into the sides of his horse, sending the beast charging at the wizard. “No, Kye!” Syrana yelled out to stop him but it was no use. The wizard smiled and extended his staff to the Khione man that raced toward him. He spoke a line of a strange language and with a smirk, said. “Die.” The ground broke open beneath the horse’s feet, trapping the animal, Kye stumbled but managed to remain atop the horse. He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes at the wizard who was grinning at him.

DEATH OF THE VIPER The other morning was a morning of war. Even though I had a dream throughout the night that I would be fighting today. I saw myself at the middle of the battle fight some people, holding sword and being brave just like a pirate. I woke up and went to meet the Salazar as he was busy shapening his sword. He was also refilling his guns with bullets. Sorcerer also was changing his clothes from white and put on a black one. I was so surprised and asked him why he did that he replied me saying, "am a wizard just of an higher rank". Whenever wizards are going on battle, they put on black cloth.

" His eyes widened in awe before the lights late him up. These were the last words spoken by them and heard by Pete, indeed, his journey began. Resounding hammers of heavy drum buds clashing against drum tabs flashed the scene into nothingness as the lights faded. The twinkle of an eye brought all lost, back into existence as what now that was seen was the dark clouds. Heavy and the entrance of darkness was made known across all corners of the scene by the music that played on, "Paint It Black BY Ciara." The book written by the witch Morgana and the Man of Wisdom, Arakah and handed down to the mother of Maria suddenly levitated giving off the vibes of villainy.