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ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana
banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) potato-na-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana)
togari noh pocato-li kani malo mani kano chi ka-baba, ba-ba-nana
yoh plano boo la planonoh too ma bana-na la-ka moobi talamoo
ba-na-na ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana) POH-TAAA-TOH-OH-OH (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana)
togari noh pocato li kani malo mani kano chi ka-ba-ba, ba-ba-naNAAAHHHH!!!
Excerpt from Endless Sorrow
Wrath meets The 8th
The first thing that caught Wrath’s attention was his eyes. They were a dark purple, swirling around in a dance similar to that seen with clouds at the eye of a storm. His dark red hair fell layered to just above his eyes and reminded Wrath of embers right before they were completely snuffed out. All in all Wrath had to admit he was attractive, and even without the curse affecting him Wrath knew he could think of some wicked things to do with this guy….
“Hello Jason of Wrath”, the guy stared intensely at Wrath, with a knowledge in his eyes and a glimmer of pain. Wrath couldnt help but to smirk.
“Hello to you too though its quiet unfair that you should know my name and here i have no knowledge of yours”.
The storm in his eyes seemed to move quicker than before as he glared at Wrath before responding “You may called me The 8th, for i do not have any other name” with that he looked away to grab a book at his side; off to a great start already.
“Whats that?” Wrath had to ask, the book appeared to be bound in a dark cherrywood with an ornate metal owl head on the cover….. the head seemed to be moving.
The 8th had a little side smirk on his face that didnt quite reach his eyes; yeah, he was definitely cute.
“Its my Grimoire, or spellbook, i started it two years ago when my powers became active; i dont need it 95% of the time but for now its gonna be helpful- now give me your hand” he set it to a certain page and placed in on the table between us.
When i gave him my hand he examined it and the book then closed his eyes and began to chant. There was a painful itch on my wrist but i was so captivated by the spell i couldnt move. I heard a thump somwhere in the room and then he went silent.
He sat with his eyes closed for a time then let go of my hand. As i went to scratch where the itch was, i saw there was now a tattoo of a small dragon-like figure on my inside wrist right above the veins, i was completely marveled by it.
“What is this?” i wondered aloud.
“Thats a communicator and Familiar spell, by touching the mark you can contact me or the other 6, and as for your familiar….. Sen would you come here please?” he said with an adorable mischevous grin on his face.
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hey :D thank you for reading this far, if you think it was a good story please tell me and i ll continue to put stuff out =] next on the list is Wrath meeting his partner and the story behind what just happened ;p
