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Post by softballgal on Mar 16, 2011 14:01:21 GMT -5
"That's weird of a human to feel." I murmured to myself.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 17, 2011 9:51:06 GMT -5
The spirits were whispering in earnest now, but their voices overlapped, overwhelming my mind in a cacophony of sound. I doubled over, covering my ears, but I couldn't block out the whispers.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 17, 2011 11:32:33 GMT -5
"Hey, are you ok? I asked, kneeling over him. I brushed the hair out of his eys, while chanting a small spell, white light escaping my finger tips and entering his skin.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 17, 2011 11:48:50 GMT -5
The spirits were calling me, chanting in Cherokee. i felt the lady's cool touch on my skin, and a slight heat that entered through it.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 17, 2011 21:01:20 GMT -5
((Wrong story))
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 21, 2011 13:19:37 GMT -5
((Fixed it already!!!)) The spirits had seized my ears though and they were all I heard. There were whispers of danger, of good and of evil. Something, some inexplicable thing had changed in my world and I didn't know how to stop it.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 21, 2011 13:27:29 GMT -5
"Hey are you okay?" I asked, looking at his ashen face and the sweat beading on it.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 22, 2011 13:06:22 GMT -5
"I'm not sure," I whispered. "Something's wrong in my world."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 22, 2011 13:07:53 GMT -5
"We should rest then." I said, urging him to sit against the trunk of a tree.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 22, 2011 13:13:59 GMT -5
"No." I staggered, but managed to stay upright. "We need to keep going. There's less of a chance of getting over taken if we are on the move."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 22, 2011 13:19:24 GMT -5
"Just rest, silly. Everything is fine. It's almost dark, we should set up for the night." I said.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 23, 2011 9:52:57 GMT -5
Maybe it was exhaustion, or a spell, but I fell asleep immediately. In my dreams, I heard the spirits clearly. Their voices, sounding like distant echoes, warned me. "There is danger. One Who Sees The Spirits, listen. Here, you must learn."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 23, 2011 13:14:56 GMT -5
My magic worked perfectly. Soon he was asleep.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 24, 2011 13:01:40 GMT -5
With the spirits teaching me, I understood things about myself that I never knew before.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 24, 2011 13:17:18 GMT -5
I didn't sleep at all. I didn't need to. I stayed up and watched until the sun started to rise.
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