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Chapter 3: Tie a Knot in the Broken String
She flipped the pages, book by book, shelf by shelf. But the results weren't showing. It was all she had done since she'd come home, teleporting back to the security of her dark room, listening to her teammates outside, mourning and comforting each other. She growled angrily.
"It's gotta be here somewhere. Come on…" Her mind was on a specific boy, lying in a cot, paler than she could ever be in life and wasting away. But it wasn't going to end that way.
"No. It's not going to end like this." Even more rapidly she searched through her ancient texts and tearing scrolls. She reached the thirteenth to last book, and as soon as she touched it she knew it was the one.
Here it is.
She flipped to the part she was looking for.
"Revival of the Dead." She muttered and read through the rest of it, and uneasiness ate at her stomach. The ancients asked for a lot.
If one wishes to revive the dead, it is required to be near the body during the ceremony of the revival. Repeat the chant of Lucifer thrice and paint with your blood the mark of Scath upon the chest of the dead. Then repeat the chant of Trigon twice and paint with your blood the mark of the pentagram upon your chest. To finish the spell, chant the thirteen forbidden scrolls of Azarath and they shall be free of death.
But the spell will switch the lives of the saviour and the dead, so as when the reviver becomes stronger, the saviour becomes weak. Soon as the once dead reaches full strength, the saviour shall be banished into the grips of death. It cannot be reversed.
Oh Godess. What did she do to deserve this? She let out a shaky sigh and with a flick of her wrist the chants were brought forth. She had them all and knew them by heart.
Just in case.
And she read over them again, and when she was sure she was trembling with fear. Dying was such a dangerous thing, but she knew, her death would not be as mourned as Robin's. She had to do it. It would be doing the world a favor. His life and her death. From a mahogany chest she brought forth a short dagger made of Azarathian steel. She had used it more than once for private reasons, and needed to use it now. Robin was waiting.
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