CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

The very space hummed with magic. Raw, dark and ancient power. The enchantress sang the ancient morning song. The hands humming to her tune. "Wake the dust Wake the Earth Wake the dead Wake the laid. Rise for the sky calls The sun has mourned your demise Rise oh rise! Rise!! Rise!!!" The tomb shook, the Earth groaning and trembling. Then peace. The young maiden stepped forth. The plague quickly claiming her dying limbs. It could only moan and gasp a cry as the chains tossed her violently to the grave. Then the enchantress sand again. Each tone higher than the last. Till the ground broke and the old grave chattered. Grave stones breaking violently. The hooded men opened the casket. There laid the mummified body of a beauty in life. It's caramel hair still aglow. The enchantress sang as she took the onyx pendant on it's silver chain and hung on the dying maiden. The plague ceased, her skin smooth as a child. Her eyes turning a burning emerald. Her dirt coated blond hair