The Blackmagic Village

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That one boy no one knew.

That one soul who was lost in the darkness.

That one part of your life that you thought you were dreaming.

“Ah!” he yelled.
The curtains flew open. The blue drapes covered the small hut. The small straw struck out, as the paint faded out. He opened his eyes panting. His chain necklace hanged in the air. Waiting for them to swarm in, it happened.
Somewhere in the forest the human brain can not imagine. There once was a village. Not a ordinary village, but that village was practicing Blackmagic. The tale of the village had started thousands of year ago… There was this boy named Peetarnormá. He was no ordinary boy. His mother was the Great White Witch. Many say that she was burned to death, but the truth lays on a island for in the Pacific. She was tracked down from many hunters, but her potions were eventually never found. The town people feared her, but many knew she was a good person. One night she started to practice the spells of Blackmagic, except in the middle of her spell a hunter busted in. The White Witch would never use her magic against others, so she was burnt to death. Meanwhile this was happening Peetarnormá decided to hide her Blackmagic potions.
Zoom! The airplane flew through the air. The sun began to set. Darkness fell over the land, as they passed that same peculiar island.
“Hey look at that island!” a kid yelled.
All the kids lined up at the windows peering at the ground. The large island stood surrounded by the water.
The plane started to shift, and turn. The kids fell side to side. The the lights trembled, as the flight attendant seated everyone. Plane drifted in the air, as the engine roared. The first engine started to slow down. The children paused, as they waited to ...

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...helter,” Medung replied.
“No I think we shall make weapons!” Swarmback yelled.
The birds flew in all directions, and the large mountain bounced back the echo.
“Whatever, I’m better then you. Come on guys, we are going,” Swarmback said.
The three boys stood in the middle of the jungle panting. The birds flew over them like a swarm of bees.
“We are on our own now,” Medung said.
They continued on to the mountains hoping in finding shelters. When they reached the bottom of the mountain they stopped.
“I am exhausted,” Pielegeat whimpered.
“Me too,” the little boy said.
“What’s your name,” Medung asked.
“Nama,” he replied.
They got up once agin, and continued their quest. Then they heard the rustle. The zombies hopped out, and there was a couple less.
“Run!” Medung yelled.
The zombies sprinted, while the exhausted group slowed down.
“No!” they all yelled.

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