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The Hermits were gathering. Something needed to happen, this had gone on too long and it had to be resolved. So now they were having a meeting.
“Do you have it, and will it work the way you said it would?” Xisuma questioned, looking at Doc and Ren, who were the main reason this meeting was happening. They had decided to do it at 12am, not wanting to arouse suspicion.
“Yes, and they should all be asleep at the moment, so they’ll never know what happened.” Doc replied, reaching into a bag that he had brought, “We found it in one of those chests, the ones the cursed chunk made. Seems pretty old, but from what I can tell it should work”
The paper was yellow with age and crinkled as they tried to smooth it out. As the words were read out loud, the weather started to change, rolling clouds surrounded the Hermit’s island that they called home.
The incantation was simple, this is what was said;
Chant the names three times high, and sing this rhyme as times strikes nine
As the sun loves the moon,
the earth the sky,
and the wind the sea at its peak come noon,
so those meant to be do not say goodbye,
Together they must lie, and have it be soon,
for if there is no love, this blessing shall become a curse, and bind them to this life forever