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Sixteen
Frankie: Our chanting started as more of a song, a soft humming that vibrated my soul. I kneeled on the earth that was dry with death and dug my fingers deep into the dry soul until I had enough to form an egg. I patted and rolled it as my tears of devastation fell, dampening the soil until it stuck together so perfectly. Our soft humming turned to words that flowed freely through both halves of me until I could feel the beautiful magic coursing my veins, sizzling in my fingertips, burning through my skin. "From the depths of chaos rise, born from shadows, hear my cry. Wings of shards and eyes of stars, from the earth, here you are. Obsidian talons that grasp the night, plumage shimmering with lost light. Make all the ruin born anew with my spell; I summon you." I laid the egg into
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