The Lion And His Lioness

A group of eight ladies were all gathered around a one-way glass pane. Each of them was in twos with their hair and eyes, except two. The main two, who seemed to be the alphas of the group, had flowing hair and piercing eyes. One had piercing bright purple eyes that shone with wisdom and dark blue to light blue flowing hair. The other had pink flowing hair and bright blue eyes that shone with compassion for her fellow ladies.

"Is it time, Aspen?" A lady with long, red hair and dull emerald eyes asked the woman with the bright purple eyes. This lady seemed to radiate an aura of power and she seemed superior to the others around her.

"Indeed," the piercing bright purple-eyed woman, Aspen, responded as she looked through one-way glass, studying its contents with much precision. On the other side of the window was the view of a young girl, around the age of nine-years-old, asleep in her bedroom. The bedroom itself was beautiful. To get an idea of the bedroom, just think of Renesmee Cullen's bedroom from Twilight: Breaking Dawn.

All of the ladies held hands and proceeded to chant in Latin. "Mitte puellam hanc dorsum, ad illud in quo coeperunt. Partitur American historia illius ad incurs in suo itinere. Mitte illam tergum, Mitte illam tergum, Mitte illam tergum, Mitte illam tergum." They chanted. The room glowed slightly before stopping as if nothing happened.

"Is it done, Aspen?" Two girls with long, blonde hair and hazel eyes asked in unison. Aspen nodded, her eyes brighter than usual as she continued to watch the room.

"It is done. She will be sent back soon," Aspen replied, turning on her heel and walking away, the others dispersing after looking at the room one last time.

The spell is complete.
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Started - 4.5.19
Completed - 27.9.19
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Total words: 91,203