Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-31148069-20180624180830/@comment-30921738-20180725153631

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The Dark Lord pinned Akurle down with his foot. "Repeat after me. Sylantiae corneul zygart fee toldate fengylaz."

"I'm not saying any stupid spell for you" Akurle hissed.

The Dark Lord raised his hand and shot purple rays at Akurle. Pain flared through her body, making her shudder, and slowly faded.

"I'll keep doing that until you say the spell," the Dark Lord said flatly.

"I'd rather DIE than help you," Akurle grumbled. With that, she recieved another blast that sent her flying into the wall. She yelped and slowly slid down, her body riddled with pain.

"It's a simple choice, really. Just reap the spell and you and your friends will face quick, maybe painful deaths." The Dark Lord casually walked over to Akurle and poked her with his claws. She didn't even flinch, just laid there glaring at him.

"I said NO. Or do I need to explain what that means?" Akurle said, her voice raspy.

The Dark Lord slammed his foot down, but Akurle rolled to the side. Despite her exhaustion, she stood up and junged at the Dark Lord. He simply knocked her away and held her down again.

"Give it up. You can fight until you die of exhausten or recite a spell. Tell you what, maybe I can let that traitor go."

Akurle stopped struggling and froze. "Buttons?"

"No. Cronin."

Akurle held in a gasp. The Dark Lord lifted his foot and found her glaring at him.

"What do mean?!" she demanded.

"He's under a spell, you idiot. Do your eyes turn white when you die? No, he's stuck in an eternal 'sleep' sort of thing, of which is also very painful. If you recite that spell, I'll let him go." The Dark Lord smiled evilly, as if he had already won the bet.