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The summoning


The rune on the ground glowed crimson while he walked in measured steps around it.

His ankle-long hair, usually braided to hold his massive energy, flew around him; the long tresses weaving the spell as he whispered the summoning.

At last he scratched a small wound over his heart to add his heart blood.

“Come back to me, Farelen, my own true love!”

He channeled all his power, added the yearning and pushed it through the rune. A blast threw him back onto his bed and he covered his eyes from the blinding light until a familiar voice asked.



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