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justinalovee · 4 years ago

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Now we live

Summary: After attempting to help a member of the skaikru clan survive, Nova is punished by being forced to come face to face with people who fell from the sky on her own. Changing her life forever.

Notes: Hello, this is my second 100 fanfic. I’m still writing my first one, but why not start another? Hope you enjoy.

Chapter:01

Lincoln’s absence was making a lot of the other grounders in their village feel uneasy. Most wondered where he had gone or if he was still alive. Grounders died all the time, but not one's like him.

He was a natural-born warrior, a leader with a kind heart. Many grounders looked to him for guidance in their darkest hours.

Nova missed him the most. She saw Lincoln as a brother and was the only person who knew that he was spying on Skaikru because he had grown to care for a girl who fell from the sky.

“Nova”, a voice called from behind her.

Pulling her eyes away from the fire in front of her, Nova turned her head to face Dane. He looked angrier than usual. As he sulked over towards her, Nova took in his appearance. Dane’s fingernails seemed to be covered in dirt and dried blood. She was also curious why he had his hunting spear on him. Their group wasn’t supposed to leave till the following morning.

“dè th 'ann?” ‘what is it?’

“A bheil beachd agad càite a bheil Lincoln?” ‘Do you have any idea where Lincoln is?’

Nova bit her lip before answering, “Chan fhaca mi e airson greis .. am bi sinn a ’dol a-mach latha tràth?” ‘I havent seen him for a while..are we going huhting a day early?’

“Chan eil, agus tha an ceannard ag ràdh nach bi thu a ’dol a shealg a-màireach” he snapped. ‘No, and the commander says you're not to go hunting tomorrow.’

Nova jumped to her feet, “carson nach eil an ifrinn?!” ‘Why the hell not?!’

Dane gave her a twisted grin that made a chill crawl over her skin. “Is dòcha gum feum i neach-slànachaidh sa mhadainn.” ‘She might need a healer in the morning’

Nova frowned as she watched him walk away. That was weird. He still never explained why he had his hunting spear? She shrugged it off and gathered her belongings for the hunting trip, just in case Dane was lying.

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Nova groaned and rubbed at her eyes as she was rudely awoken, and once her eyes focused in the darkness, she looked down from the tree she was in to see two people entering her village. What were they up-too? Nova leaned closer, doing her best not to create any noise. She could make the two figures out to be Dane and Limos.

She watched them drag a boy into the one of the huts on the edge of the village. Oh no. Nova knew what that meant. Somebody was about to be killed.

Fuck.

After trying to sleep for a couple of hours, Nova decided enough was enough. She couldn’t stand the screaming anymore. She claimed down from the tree and creeped towards the hut she had seen Dane and Limos leave a few moments earlier.

Nova felt her jaw tremble a little when she looked inside. A boy was gagged and chained to the wall, and drenched in what she assumed was his own blood. On closer inspection Nova could see he had no fingernails, and slashes across his arms and chest.

“Feumaidh sinn am balach speur beò gus an innis e dhuinn na tha fios aige.” ‘We need the sky boy alive until he tells us what he knows.’

A shiver shot down her spine as Dane’s breath hit the back of her neck. This is why they wanted her to stay, to keep their prisoner alive, so they could torture him some more.

“Fàg a-nis. Thig air ais nuair a bhios solas an latha ann agus is dòcha gun dèan thu sgrùdadh air na lotan aige.” Dane spat. ‘Leave now. Come back when it's dawn then you may check his wounds.’

Knowing better than to argue with him, Nova nodded her head before watching him re-enter the hut. She had to do something to help the sky boy, Nova hated seeing anyone suffer..even at the hands of her own people.

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When dawn broke Nova went straight to where the sky boy was being held and began washing him the best she could, which was rather hard only being able to see out of one eye.

Limos had caught her adding crushed up white willow bark to water that she was planning on giving the sky boy to drink, to help ease his pain. Ironically Nova had to drink the drop that was left for her headache.

She was cleaning the sky boy's bloodied jaw when he talked. “You have blood in your hair.”

Nova froze. He was right, the blood from her had gotten into strands of her dark blonde hair. It made her uncomfortable how intensely the boy was staring at her; he was studying her. Maybe taking his gag off completely was a bad idea.

“Please”, he said quietly “please just kill me.”

Nova stared at him before her eyes wandered to the knife on the table. She thought about killing him for a split second before moving back to cleaning his wounds and ignoring his cries when she brushed over the more tender parts of his flesh. A mercy kill wasn’t going to happen.

“What’s your name? Mines John Murphy.” He said before spitting blood from his mouth. “Just kill me, just fucking kill me please and get it over with.”

Murphy stopped talking, releasing he wasn’t going to get an answer.

Once she was finished Nova put the gag back on him before leaning towards his ear. “Gheibh mi thu a-mach à seo Skaikru.” ‘I will get you out of here skaikru’

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Limos watched amused as Nova sat around the fire, unaware of what her previous actions had set into motion. She was very predictable.

Dane store bedside him. “A bheil i air a dhèanamh fhathast?” ‘has she done it yet?’

“Dh ’fhuasgail a’ ghalla balbh e agus leig e oirre a ghlasadh. Bidh e air a shlighe air ais chun champa aige an-dràsta.” ‘The dumb bitch unchained him and pretended to lock up. He will be on his way back to his camp right now.’

“Tha an ceannard air a dhèanamh soilleir nach urrainn dhuinn ar marbhadh fhèin a-nis às aonais a cead. Dè a bhios sinn a ’dèanamh le Nova? Bha i dìreach a ’cuideachadh prìosanach le teicheadh. Chan urrainn dhuinn leigeil leatha faighinn air falbh le sin.” ‘The commander has made it clear we aren’t to kill our own anymore without her consent. What do we do with Nova? She just helped a prisoner escape. We can’t let her get away with that.’

A wicked grin spread across Limos face. “Na gabh dragh. Tha planaichean agam dhi.” ‘Don’t worry. I have plans for her.’

Next chapter

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he-who-walks-among-the-trees · 5 years ago

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A BIT OF HIGHLAND MAGIC

Today's offering comes from "Highland Monthly Magazine" who alongside other wonderful articles published a series on Gaelic Incantations from 1891-92 and collected them together in the book "Highland Monthly Volume III" published in 1892.

Anyway, here's a little taste of what was shared;

"GAELIC INCANTATIONS

JACOB GRIMM has, in his Teutonic Mythology remarked that, healing charms must be handed down by men to women, or by women to men; and this also is a Highland view. " A peculiarity about them [the charms]," says Mr W. Mackenzie in Vol. VI II. of the Gaelic Society's Transactions, "was that persons of the same sex should not learn them from one another; and in order to be efficacious a man must learn the eolas from a woman, and a woman from a man." The charms which follow have not, we fear, been all collected "duly" on this point, and their efficacy in actual working may therefore be doubtful. Any way, many hold that the blazoning of them abroad spoils their efficacy, and to print them is sacrilege. It was believed that though one heard and learned the charm in spite of the charmer, still the latter could curse the charm in such a way that it would be of no use to the other. Nor can everybody cure with these rhymes and charms. There is therefore a wide margin of doubt as to the cause of the failure of a charm, for they do fail at times; that is recognised.

I. SPELLS AND PREVENTIVE CHARMS.

We shall begin first with the spells or bespelling charms, known in Gaelic as geasa or siana (signum, blessing). Thereafter we shall consider the healing charms for man and beast. The geas or spell is generally wicked; it is the work of an adverse power, and, as a consequence, we cannot get any specimens of this form of incantation with ease. For instance, a spell could be laid on a man going out to shoot, unknown to him, and he would be unsuccessful that day. Such a spell is a rosad, and, though the "rosad" still exists among us, we have failed in persuading anybody to reveal it. Of course, the folktales contain bespelling formulae, for in them the hero or heroine do many wonders by means of spoken words. The favourite form for the folktale spell is this

"Tha mise 'cur ort mar gheasaibh 's mar chroisibh, 's mar naoidh buaraichean mnatha sithe, siubhla, seacharain, laochan beag as meataiche 's a's mi-threòiriche na thu fein a thoirt a chinn, 's nan cluas, 's nan comada beatha diot, mur faigh thu mach" &c.

"I lay on you as spells and crosses, and as nine fetters of a fairy, travelling, wandering woman, that a little fellow more timid and more feeble than yourself deprive you of your head, your ears, and your powers of life, unless you discover'' or "do," &c.

The Fath Fithe spell, which, as already stated, poachers once made use of, and smugglers lately, and now even, find means of escape by, is as follows:-

"Fà fithe cuiream ort

Bho chù, bho chat

Bho bhò, bho each,

Bho dhuine, bho bhean,

Bho ghille, bho nighean,

'S bho leanabh beag,

Gus an tig mise rithisd,

An ainm an Athar, a' Mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh."

"A magic cloud I put on thee from dog, cat, cow, horse, man, woman, lad, lass, and little child, till I come again in the name of the"Trinity."

The first two words are the old Faeth Fiada, as now pronounced. This spell rendered the person invisible.

The preventive charm or sian is represented by a very famous formula intended to preserve a man from wounding or harm from the time when he left the presence of the charmer till he came back, and it was usually put on those going to battle. Men so protected, for instance, at Culloden, had only to take their plaids off their shoulders and shake out of them the bullets that hit them ! It was the Sian, par excellence, and is as follows:- The charmer and his protege go to a retired spot. Here the recipient of the charm goes on his knees; the charmer lays his hand on his head, and, with eyes shut, he utters the following rhyme, going round him sunwise twice. And he goes round him once anti-sunwise, saying a different rhyme. Both these rhymes, which after much trouble we have been fortunate enough to get, run thus Going sunwise, he says-

"Sian a chuir Moire air Mac ort,

Sian ro' marbhadh, sian ro' lot ort,

Sian eadar a' chioch 's a ghlun,

Sian eadar a' glhun 's a' bhroit ort,

Sian nan Tri ann an aon ort,

O mhullach do chinn gu bonn do chois ort :

Sian seachd paidir a h-aon ort,

Sian seachd paidir a dha ort,

Sian seachd paidir a tri ort,

Sian seachd paidir a ceithir ort,

Sian seachd paidir a coig ort,

Sian seachd paidir a sia ort,

Sian seachd paidir nan seachd paidir dol deiseil ri deagh uarach ort, ga do ghleidheadh bho bheud 's

bho mhi-thapadh."

Going anti-sunwise, he says —

"Clogaid na slainte mu d' cheann,

Cearcall a' chumhnaint mu d' amhaich,

Uchd-eididh an t-sagairt mu d' bhroilleach.

Ma's ruaig bho 'n taobh-chuil,

Brogan na h-Oigh ga d' ghiulan gu luath.

Sian nan Tri ann an aon ort

Bho mhullach do chinn gu bonn do shail,

Agus sian paidir nan seachd paidir

Dol tuaitheal is deiseil, deiseil is tuaitheal,

Gu d' ghleidheadh bho d'chul

Bho luaidh 's bho chlaidheamh,

Bho lot 's bho mharbhadh,

Gu uair is am do bhais."

The person on whom the charm is placed then rises and departs, but the charmist remains standing with eyes shut, and he does not open them till the other is out of sight.

The charmed one is safe from death or wounds till the charmist sees him again. The translation is as follows:-

"The charm that Mary placed on her son be on you,

Charm from slaying, charm from wounding,

Charm between pap and knee,

Charm between knee and breast on you,

Charm of the three in one on you,

From top of head to sole of foot.

Charm of seven paters once on you,

Charm of seven paters twice on you,

Charm of seven paters thrice on you,

Charm of seven paters four times on you,

Charm of seven paters five times on you,

Charm of seven paters six times on you,

Charm of the seven paters of the seven paters going sunwise in lucky hour on you, a-keeping you from harm and accident."

Anti-sun wise-

"The helmet of safety (salvation?) about your head,

The ring of the Covenant about your neck,

The priests' breast-plate about your breast ;

If it be retreat on the rear,

The shoes of the Virgin to take you swiftly away.

Charm of the Three in One on you

From crown of head to sole of foot,

And the charm of the pater of the seven paters

A-going anti-sunwise and sunwise, sunwise and anti-sunwise,

To protect you from behind

From lead and from sword,

From wound and from slaying,

Till the hour and time of your death."

The following is a charm to help in the correct interpretation of dreams. One goes to the charmer and tells his dream. The charmer repeats the following, and then the dream is unravelled:-

"Chunnaic mi aisling an raoir

'S mi 'nam shuidh air sliabh rath;

Dh' innis Peadar e do Phol

'S thuirt Pol gu'm bu mhath;

Ach breithneachdainn Chriosd ro' Phol

Gu thusa chumail ceart."

Translated -

"I saw a vision last night

And me sitting on a mount of grace;

Peter told it to Paul

And Paul said it was well ;

But the judgment of Christ before Paul's

To keep you right."

The following is a charm given by "Nether-Lochaber" as good against the demon of the dust-cloud. "As it swirls along," he says, "as it approaches, you are instantly to close your eyes and mouth as tightly as possible, at the same time turning your back upon it until it has swept by, mentally repeating - for you are not to open your mouth, nor as much as breathe, as long as you can help it - this rhyme;-

"Gach cuman is mias is meadar,

Gu Pòl, gu Peadair 's gu Brìde;

Dion, is seun, is gleidh mi o olc 's o chunnart,

Air a bheallach, 's air a mhullach,

'S air an tullaich ud thall;

Pòl is Peadair is Brìde caomh!"

which he translates —

"Be the care of milk pail, and bowl, and cog

Given to Peter and Paul and Saint Bride;

Wherever I wander protect me, ye Saints!

Let not evil nor harm me betide;

Hear me, Peter and Paul, and gentle Saint Bride!"

We now come to the spell for prevention of the results arising from the "Evil Eye' The following is a preventive charm to keep the evil eye off one's cows. It is called "Eolas an Torranain," and was got by Mr Carmichael, when he was in Uist. The torranan, he explains, was described to him as a flowering plant, growing in rocky hill-places, the bloom of which is large and pap-like. The tide is said to affect it, for while the tide flows, it is filled with the "dew of bliss" and dries up again with the ebb. It has to be culled during the flow of the tide, placed under one of the milk pails, and in placing it this charm is repeated three times, making at each time a circle sunwise, with the plant over the vessel:-

"Buaineams' thu, thorranain,

Le 'd uile bhaeannachd 's le 'd uile bhuaidh;

Thainig na naoi sonais

Leis na naoi earranan

Le buaidh an torranain,

Lamh Bhride leam!

Tha mi nis 'gad bhuain.

Buaineams' thu, thorranain,

Le 'd thoradh mara 's tir,

Ri lionadh gun traoghadh

Le'd lamhsa, Bhride mhin,

Colum naomh 'gam sheoladh,

Odhran caomh 'gam dhion,

Is Micheil nan steud uaibhreach

'Cur buaidh anns an ni.

Tha mo lus lurach a nis air a bhuain."

which he translates —

"Let me pluck, thee, Torannan!

With all thy blessedness and all thy virtue,

The nine blessings came with the nine parts.

By the virtue of the Torranan;

The hand of St Bride with me,

I am now to pluck thee. .

Let me pluck thee, Torranan!

With thine increase as to sea and land;

With the flowing tide that shall know no ebbing,

By the assistance of chaste St Bride,

The holy St Columba directing me,

And St Michael of high-crested steeds,

Imparung virtue to the matter the while,

Darling plant of all virtue,

I am now plucking thee!"

II. FOR THE EVIL EVE.

When the "evil eye" has "lain" on any one, there are various means of cure. The most usual is the cure by water off silver; and this cure was effected with or without a rhyme charm. The modus operandi with the incantation was as follows:- Coins of gold, silver, and copper are put in a basin full of water. The charmer repeats the eolas or incantation, and in doing so blows on the water with his breath. The water is then sprinkled on the sufferer. The charm is as follows:-

" 'S e 'n t-suil a chi,

'S e 'n cridhe a smuainicheas,

'S e 'n teanga labhras.

'S mise 'n triuir gu tilleadh so orsta, A.B.,

An ainm an Athar; a' Mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh."

Translated-

" 'Tis the eye that sees,

the heart that thinks,

and the tongue that speaks.

I am the three to turn this off you, A.B.,

in the name of the Father, etc"

The charm, apart from the "silver" water, is known as "Eolas a' Chronachaidh," or "Charm for the Reproof," or it may be called " Casg Beum-suil,"Stopping Injury by Eye." John Mackenzie, in his Beauties of Gaelic Poetry p. 268, gives the following Gaelic charm for it, saying that during its repetition "the singular operation of filling a bottle with water was carried on, and the incantation was so sung as to chime with the gurgling of the liquid as it was poured into the vessel."

"Deanamsa dhutsa eolas air suil,

A uchd 'Ille Phadruig naoimh,

Air at amhaich is stad earrbuill

Air naoi conair 's air naoi connachair,

'S air naoi bean seang sith,

Air siul seana-ghille, 's air sealladh seana-mhna;

Mas a suil fir i, i lasadh mar bhigh,

Mas a suil mhnath' i, i bhi dh' easbhuidh a cich,

Falcadair fuar agus fuarachd da 'fuil,

Air a ni, 's air a daoine,

Air a crodh 's air a caoraich fein."

"Let me perform for you a charm for the evil-eye

From the breast of holy Gil-Patrick

Against swelling of neck and stoppage of bowels,

Against nine "Conair" and nine "Connachair,"

And nine slender fairies,

Against an old bachelor's eye, and an old wife's eye.

If a man's eye may it flame like gum (resin),

If a woman s eye may she want her breast,

A cold plunge and coldness to her blood,

And to her gear, to her men,

To her cattle and sheep."

Here is another rhyme given as an Eolas a' Chronachaidh;-

"Paidir a h' aon,

Paidir a dha,

Patdir a tri,

Paidir a ceithir,

Paidir a coig,

Paidir a sea,

Paidir a seachd,

'S neart nan seachd paidirean a' sgaoileadh do ghalair air na clachan glas ud thall."

Which means-

"Paters I, 2. 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

And may the strength of the seven paters

Cast out your disease amidst the gray-stones over by."

In the Maclagan MSS. the following charms are given for the "evil eye":-

"Eolus Bheim shul,

le Nic Aoidh

Paidir Mhuire h-aon, &c. Aon suil a thug an aire dhuit, A.B. (person named who is unwell), mar thionntadhas a ghaoth air a chnoc, gu tionntadh an olc orra fein. Mar thionntadhas, &c., ri radh tri uaire h-airis."

"[Charm for evil eyes,

by Miss (?) Mackay.

Pater of Mary one, &c, Whatever eye took notice of you, A.B., as the wind turns on the hillock, may the evil turn on themselves. As the wind, &c., (to be repeated three times).]

"Eolus a Bheim shuil,

le Ann Chaimbeill

Saltruighidh mis air an t-suil mar shaltruigheas Eala ar Tigh nocht. Ta neart gaoithe agam air, ta neart grelne agam air, ta neart mhic Ri neamh agus talmhainn agam air. Trian air na clacha glasa- 's trian air a mhuir mhoir as i fein acfuim as fhearr ga ghiulan. Ann ainm, &c,"

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shandidellamorte · 5 years ago

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Shandi’s KISSteria drabbles 29!

Hey ya’ll guess what story is back?! Giving a HUGE fucking thank you to @misslivvie for helping me finish this baby! I hope you enjoy!!

~Shandi

The Cult’s attack on KISSteria’s Palace begins.

ONE SMALL LIFE Part 15

“They’re here.”

“I see them.”

Black Dahlia stood beside StarChild who stood watching from one of the tower windows. Brian was doing quite a fantastic job holding the Cult off. It was impressive to say the least. “Are the people safe?”

“I just received word from the High Priestess. They are inside our Temple and the barriers have been raised.”

“Then we are as prepared as we can be.”

“We are. “

“Let’s not keep the Cult waiting shall we?”

They returned to the Main Hall where the others were waiting. Before StarChild could speak Black Dahlia placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry, my friend I’ve got this~ It’s time, everyone. Demon, you take point. Keep Vinneketh informed if the Necromancer decides to bring his undead to the party.” Demon nodded, squeezing his husband’s hand before spreading his wings and flying off. “Nikki..Tommy..go set up at the place we pointed out on the map. We’ll definitely need you if there are as many undead as we believe there will be.”

“Don’t sweat it, babe we got ya covered~” Tommy was the first one out the door while Nikki glanced briefly at StarChild before following. While StarChild watched him leave Black Dahlia continued. “Vinneketh, you and your Warriors take your positions. Take charge as soon as Demon gives word. The Rhye Army will be ready to back you up. If any of them are unfortunate enough to get past you and breach the Palace gates..we’ll be ready.”

As Vinneketh and the Warrior Troupe left, Black Dahlia frowned. “Did he call me “babe”?” StarChild chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Never mind that. Are you and your Sisters ready?”

“To defend KISSteria and its people?” Indigo Tiger said, tightening her grip on her staff. “We could not be more ready.”

Black Dahlia smiled. “Don’t worry, my friend. We are all ready.”

“And what about the Rock?” StarChild questioned.

“High Priestess Red Lotus and the other Priestesses are guarding it with Master Radames as we speak.”

"Ayesha should be safe in the Tower until this is over..right..?" It wasn't as if StarChild didn't trust the Sisterhood and the Master's powers, but he needed the reassurance. Ayesha was more than just a child. She was Vinneketh and Demon's most precious jewel, being sought after by a madman. He would never forgive himself if he did not do everything in his power to protect her. "Please do not worry, my Prince." Indigo Tiger spoke in a gentle voice which calmed his frazzled nerves. "The Priestesses will make certain no harm comes to her."

"Hey, Starshine."

StarChild turned to Ace who had a troubled expression on his face. "Ace? Has something happened?"

"Got word from one of my Generals. My Army's been stationed on the Palace's battlements. The Archers were doin' a good job pickin' em off but that Necromancer guy just keeps raising 'em back up. No conventional weapons are gonna work on those bastards." StarChild clenched his jaw. His and Vinneketh's premonitions were coming to pass much sooner than he expected. "Then we need to move now. Call your Archers back. They can assist with protecting the people inside the Palace. We will have to use all the magic we have. Have your Soldiers use their lightning. That seems to work well at keeping the undead incapacitated. Vinneketh and his Warriors know what to do. Demon can use his fire and the Twins can blow them apart with their destructive force--"

"And what are we gonna do huh?" CatMan interrupted, a deep scowl on his face. "I'm not gonna just stand here. We need to take the Necromancer out!"

"That's easier said than done!"

"Not if we all attack him at once!"

"We can't do that without a plan! It would be suicide! None of us know how powerful he truly is! I am not sending any of us to our deaths!"

"Well you need to do something. Because they're not stopping him."

Suddenly loud shouts reached their ears: “REJOICE!”

Everyone froze, and StarChild ran for the window. “Oh Gods… they’re nearly here.”

"Now we really don't have any more time to argue." Black Dahlia said. "We must stand united." She stood beside StarChild, watching as the Necromancer raised more and more undead. Their allies below, even with all of their powers were slowly getting overwhelmed.

“Let’s not waste any more time.”

Black Dahlia narrowed her eyes. “If I may..I have a plan.”

On the battlefield, the Necromancer raised his arms, looking with sadistic glee as his magic passed over the bodies of the dead Cult members. “Come alive, my brothers and sisters! Arise and walk once more!”

A powerful explosion rocked the ground, knocking the Cult members off balance. When the dust cleared, there stood StarChild with the Sisters, Black Dahlia, and the rest of the Allied Army. StarChild, clad in armor of his own, glared at the Necromancer. “Hear me now, Scarlet Necromancer!” His voice projected over the battlefield. “As Prince of this realm, I give you one last chance. Lay down your weapons, call off your undead army and surrender, and we will let you live.”

The Necromancer scowled at him. “You are not my ruler,” he spat. “My true ruler is our Mistress, the Crimson Witch! We shall have that child, and we shall slaughter you all to sacrifice to her!”

“Hail the Crimson Witch!” Shouts rang up among the Cultists.

“Hail the Mistress!”

“Rejoice!”

Starchild’s jaw was set. “So be it, then.” He turned to Black Dahlia. “You know what to do.”

Black Dahlia nodded and turned to the other Sisters. “Sisters?”

The Sisters all raised their staffs, chanting,

“Marbhadh an rud a tha air èirigh a-rithist. Marbhadh an rud a tha air èirigh a-rithist. Marbhadh an rud a tha air èirigh a-rithist!”

They brought down their staffs as one, and powerful beams of light in their respective colors shot from their staffs. They shot towards the risen dead, and with unearthly screeches the undead Cultists were stricken down once more.

The Necromancer looked at the bodies, then up at the Sisters in rage. “So, you have chosen death.” He raised his hands again. “The time is now, my brothers and sisters! Slaughter them all for our Mistress!”

The remaining living Cultists gave battle cries, and began to descend upon the Allied Army.

“Stand your ground!” StarChild shouted out as he began to glow purple. He floated up into the air. “Now is the time…ATTACK!!!”

The battle for KISSteria had begun.

To be Continued!!

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