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Rated: 13+ · Chapter · Action/Adventure · #1356576
Byron's in for the show of his life..
Cursed Village Continues>

Witch doctor > Still paralyzed from the venom 3 hours passed as the affects started to were off, the stench of the village was even worse, plotting my revenge. Time passed but I never saw the chief again, until last night his presence was felt threw the flesh eating insects, doing a ritual I asked the spirits was the chief not of this world anymore ,finding that after his crime against his people he fell to a terrible sickness ,saying to myself even in death he still curses his people. <Byron> the witch doctor then begins showing me a form of spiritual meditation while the mind sleeps the spirit gets stronger for battle such beings.Nightfall comes the villagers appear from the fields
as if death never came to them, as I sit eagerly in wait for the witch doctor to wake from his slumber ,I suddenly hear the same buzzing sounds coming closer I scream to the villagers to retreat ,"for they will meet the same fate as the last" stopping to a pause "hell they are already dead" but a voice behind me says"The only thing worser than death itself is your spirit being tortured over and over". Surprised because he read my thoughts, I asked how. Telling me that he is now able to read and reap souls,with his eyes in a quick flash of dim violet like he cast a silver like web lining around the camp.

Everyone sat quietly and confused as the shadow like cloud started buzzing towards the web, suddenly the insects stall. The witchdoctor called out to the chief to show himself ,suddenly the insects began to grow together taking the shape of a man the ground trembles,as the figure began to grow flesh I hear a devilish giggle that gave me the chills. the chief steps forward saying release this bind and allow your chief to renter his home with a echo following every word spoken, the witchdoctor vanishes the web dashing towards the chief dimly glowing from his shroud striking the chief with one blow causing him to explode , suddenly he retracts himself like puzzel pieces grabbing the shroud around the neck area, just as it faints in his hands empty feeling something behind him turning to see that the same web that covered the town now surrounded him closing in on him a red glow comes from the chiefs eyes and spits a horrible beast from within him smelled of sulfer , the witchdoctor the turns to me speaking in an unknown language to me, then i suddenly had a warm glow from with in me, in which I felt more at peace with spirit than my human flesh.Turning to face the beast, snarling with saliva dripping off his jagged canine like fangs all stained as if it just fed like a lion cub.I then knew that i had to battle this beast to give the witchdoctor some time with his adversary.The snarling beast began to charge forward to attack, I then began to pray(while Bryron prays faint whispers are heard) suddenly a bright flash of light starts to flare from my eyes and mouth,the beast steps in the way of this strange beam of light and quickly
crumbles to dirt. Scared senseless I turn towards the witchdoctor asking for help ,he then leaps out of the way in the mean time I hit the chief taking half of his face away. Suddenly the light distorts to a dimmer then vanishes, the witchdoctor looks at me with a faint grin then to return to his foe pulling a bunch of Nookt Root from his pouch shoving them all into the face and mouth of the chief or what was left of it,sealing his face with a spell looks as if his mouth was stitch, his body begins to bloat. He then starts to scream out in agony with his body getting larger and larger and all I could see was him imploding from the inside then turning to dust being carried by the wind.

The witchdoctor turns to me and asked have I ever been injured to the point of death,I then said "no", because I have always been pretty lucky on my adventures.(witchdoctor)> The only ones who create that type of power from the spirit, are spirits themselves or those who have came close to death and then live to talk about it.As we begin to walk he then says to me"I would like you to stay with me for sometime so I can help you develope your skills"..........
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