Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Six
BuffyFaithfan1
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[FIFTEEN]
"Alright, it's almost been an hour, where are they!?" I was growing impatient with nervousness.
Then ten knocks came to the door, and I sighed in relief. I opened the door, and let Shropee and Jerek inside.
"Hello, Ethan." Shropee gave him a quick hug.
"Hello, Shropee." He smiled.
"Cyd." Jerek said, and gave me a hug, too.
"We're all here," I said. "Good. Let's do this, and go."
"Alright," Shropee pulled a thick parcel out from her lab coat, and put it on my bed.
She untied the big red ribbons that encased the object in the wrap. She pulled the big book of spells out of the wrap, and put the book ontop of the wrapping she just undid. As if she was examining a brand new book on navidad Day.
"Alright, do tu have the stuff?" Shropee asked, turning to Ethan, and he nodded.
He stepped into the bathroom quickly, and brought back a black bag, put it on Tabra's bed, unzipped it, and took out very peculiar things.
I looked at the bottles of potions he had in there, and read one of them. It dicho "ESSENCE OF OSIRIS." And the liquid inside of it was a purple that glowed a bit blue. It was pretty.
Ethan also took out a few peices of paper that looked a bit older than him, and they looked like things from a scroll. He removed a knife, which I thought would mean we would shed a bit of blood, and a few más bottles of liquids that were pretty. His final item he removed was a small book with a pentagram on it.
"Let's do this." He took Shropee's place in front of the book, and told me to stand por the wall. He told Jerek to stand to my side, and told Shropee to stand opposite of Jerek, and Tabra to stand opposite of me, that way it was boy, girl, boy, girl, boy.
"First, I sprinkle a few things, then I hand the cuchillo to Cyd, who will shed a little blood ontop of the book, and pass the cuchillo around. Then, Shropee, once tu get the knife, tu walk over to the book, and stab it. Got it? I say a few words, and then tu all just stand there. No matter what happens, stay there, got it?"
"Got it." We all said, and the ritual began.
Volume Six
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________________
[FIFTEEN]
"Alright, it's almost been an hour, where are they!?" I was growing impatient with nervousness.
Then ten knocks came to the door, and I sighed in relief. I opened the door, and let Shropee and Jerek inside.
"Hello, Ethan." Shropee gave him a quick hug.
"Hello, Shropee." He smiled.
"Cyd." Jerek said, and gave me a hug, too.
"We're all here," I said. "Good. Let's do this, and go."
"Alright," Shropee pulled a thick parcel out from her lab coat, and put it on my bed.
She untied the big red ribbons that encased the object in the wrap. She pulled the big book of spells out of the wrap, and put the book ontop of the wrapping she just undid. As if she was examining a brand new book on navidad Day.
"Alright, do tu have the stuff?" Shropee asked, turning to Ethan, and he nodded.
He stepped into the bathroom quickly, and brought back a black bag, put it on Tabra's bed, unzipped it, and took out very peculiar things.
I looked at the bottles of potions he had in there, and read one of them. It dicho "ESSENCE OF OSIRIS." And the liquid inside of it was a purple that glowed a bit blue. It was pretty.
Ethan also took out a few peices of paper that looked a bit older than him, and they looked like things from a scroll. He removed a knife, which I thought would mean we would shed a bit of blood, and a few más bottles of liquids that were pretty. His final item he removed was a small book with a pentagram on it.
"Let's do this." He took Shropee's place in front of the book, and told me to stand por the wall. He told Jerek to stand to my side, and told Shropee to stand opposite of Jerek, and Tabra to stand opposite of me, that way it was boy, girl, boy, girl, boy.
"First, I sprinkle a few things, then I hand the cuchillo to Cyd, who will shed a little blood ontop of the book, and pass the cuchillo around. Then, Shropee, once tu get the knife, tu walk over to the book, and stab it. Got it? I say a few words, and then tu all just stand there. No matter what happens, stay there, got it?"
"Got it." We all said, and the ritual began.
