Night Eight
Mark's POV
I ran staight to the grave yard in my backyard. I kneed near Entoan's grave.
"O GREAT ENTOAN YOU MAY RISE!" I enchanted. I really mean this one. Like always. Purple orbs danced around Entoan's grave. Then finally it disappears as it heads to the moon. Fogs came. Then some after the fogs disappeared. Entoan's body was on the gound. I stand up and grinned. I went to my house.
(Soon morning then the exact same thing happens. Then keeps on going and going)
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