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The Awakening The Dup Murders Last Page

After catching everyone up to speed                            
Hades led the DIE team towards the cellar to see if the red key opens the door to the dungeon entrance which hasn’t been open since the day of the murders. Everyone was really excited, ready to help in any way they could They all followed Hades, having once been a Guardian Of Shadows  himself he knows his way around the entire castle. Once on the move Zazzles said we need to visit someone, lucky for them, she’d  been seen on the boards as recently as this afternoon. Dups very own Seer, we need answers and we need them now.  
Profile 21,693 Right before Zazzles could knock on the door it dematerialized. A light angelic voice welcomed everyone inside, come in come in everyone said Spiltsunsets_XVII  waving us all inside with a smile. Sun, was standing by her Oracle, she was already ready. More than happy to assist she said, and asked for silence. Sun released just one tiny drop of clarity essence oil and the Oracle stated to swirl, it started to separate revelaing a message. Sun, saw a woman standing inside a dark room with people all around her, most of them dead, rows and rows of bodies laying on their backs looking up with the look of absolute terror In their eyes and faces. Sun, told everyone, There was no murders, they were petrified. The Mistress of the Underground was trying out new spells, and  curses to rid the Underground of Trolls! Being a Strange Creature herself back then,,, and —POOF! She cast a petrification curse so strong it was unbreakable, not one counter-curse to be found! .... until now...  I was sworn to secrecy by The Mistress, she made me promise never to utter a word to anyone... So why tell anyone now asked Zazzles? Because dear lady, It is  long over do I must reveal the truth about that unfortunate night... Zazzles you have the counter curse, and my dear one, you’ve possessed it along....You see the poets who were petrified didn’t have any original creative talent, not one little bit. The Mistress was overrun by trolls and plagiarism so she  summoned  a spell  to quarantine them, and well, it went all wrong. In need of a counter-curse they just stayed that way. Only an original writer, a purebred., someone with raw untamed unorthodox talent,  a writer such as yourself can conjure up such a charm to break that spell. yup that’s right ... “wow, not sure what to say” Hades said thank you to Sun for all her help but said we needed to get going . “Wait! Before you leave,,,,,, and handed zazzles a vial attached to a silver chain. Use this in the most urgent situation. “What is it asked Crism”? Oh I can’t tell you that. No no no no said Splitsunsets_XVll, only Zazzles can answer that question Crimsin.... They were all about to leave when Crimsin grabbed Zazzles by both hands and — Poof! they both disappeared inside a black puff of smoke...  
 The End
Written by Zazzles (Broomie)
Published | Edited 21st Jul 2018
Author's Note
An Epilogue will follow from here...

I had to end the story, It could’ve went on and on forever and I don’t have the strength lol I hope it was as fun for you all to read as it was for me writing it. Thanks for looking and for all for your support.
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