I was playing in the back yard, well hiding. Like any seven year old would do if they are forced to go shopping.
I hid behind the willow tree where the branches kept me hidden. I saw a dead bird, my favorite animal.
I crouhed beside it, tears falling from my chin. I wrapped the birds in my arms. "Don't die on me." I sobbed.
Vitalum Vitalus, I thought.
The bird twitched and cocked back and forth. My eyes opened in fear and it departed from my grasp.
I brought something to life, and I am seven! Woah am I magical?
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Neromancy
RandomI can't believe it, I'm a Salem ascendant to the aerowack. I have equipped the ability of 'vitalum vitalus' and 'concilium'. I am dangerous now.
