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"Njorjia..."

Njorjia looked at Konajo, who was smiling at her with a gentle sadness. In that moment, memories flooded her mind. She remembered their childhood together, playing in the fields, running around the village, and dreaming about the future. Then, she saw flashes of their teenage years, when they had both discovered their magical abilities and started training together. They had become inseparable, always pushing each other to be better.

Finally, she remembered the war. She saw the two of them standing side by side on the battlefield, fighting fiercely against the dark sorcerers. They had been an unstoppable team, their powers complementing each other perfectly. And in the end, they had emerged victorious.

As she stared at Konajo, the tears spilled out of her eyes. She knew that this was goodbye. But she couldn't bring herself to let him go. She had been there with him on the battlefield, and now she was here, alive and well, while his only claim to life was the spell she was binding him with.

Konajo's smile grew softer, and he reached out to touch her hand. "Don't blame yourself, my friend," he said. "We did what we had to do. We saved countless lives, and that's what matters. I'm proud of what we accomplished, and I wouldn't change a thing. Remember that."

Njorjia nodded, her heart heavy with emotion. She knew he was right. They had fought bravely, and their victory had been hard-won. But still, the pain of losing him was almost too much to bear. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She knew what she had to do.

She reached out to touch the key hanging around her neck. Closing her eyes, she whispered a few words under her breath, and the key glowed with a soft golden light. She could feel the essence of her childhood friend, Konajo, stirring within the key, eager to be free.

"Remember our handshake, Njorjia?" Konajo asked, smiling weakly.

Njorjia's eyes widened in surprise and then a wave of nostalgia washed over her. They had come up with a special handshake when they were just kids, and they had used it to greet each other ever since. She quickly took his hand, and they exchanged the intricate series of twists, turns, and bumps that made up their secret handshake.

They sat in silence for a few moments after that, taking in each other's presence one last time. Then, without a word, Njorjia stood up and began to whisper the incantation. Konajo's smile grew wider and he closed his eyes.

The chains that had bound him began to glow with a soft light, and then they dissolved into tiny specks of light that danced around Konajo's body. The same happened to the walls of the cell, and soon the entire room was filled with tiny specks of light.

Njorjia watched, mesmerized, as the last of the specks faded away, leaving her standing outside the sacred door alone. She collapsed onto the ground, tears streaming down her face. The priest put a comforting hand on her shoulder, silently conveying his condolences despite his limited understanding of her situation.

As Njorjia got up, she turned to the priest and nodded, silently thanking him for his help. With a heavy heart, she left the temple, making her way back to the outside world. As she walked, memories of Konajo flooded her mind, from their childhood days of playing hide and seek in the forest to their triumphant battle against the dark sorcerers.

Njorjia's steps were heavy, but she felt a sense of purpose returning to her as the seconds passed. She had a duty to continue protecting her people, to honor Konajo's memory and all they had fought for. And with that thought in mind, she held her head high, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

She found herself in a dimly lit room. It was dank and musty, with thick cobwebs in the corners. In the corner of the room, chained to the wall, was her friend, Konajo.

Njorjia's heart leapt with joy at the sight of him, but it was quickly replaced with horror as she saw the sorry state he was in. He was emaciated, his skin covered in bruises and cuts, and his clothes torn and stained with blood.

"Njorjia," Konajo whispered weakly.

Njorjia rushed towards him, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm sorry I took so long, but I'll have you out in a second."

"Njorjia-"

She released a powerful burst of energy from her hands, attempting to break the chains, but it failed. She furrowed her brow and muttered incantations under her breath, throwing spell after spell to no avail.

Her breathing quickened with each failed attempt to break the chains. She had been trying to use her most powerful spells, spells that had brought down entire fortresses in the past. As she attempted to destroy the chains with all her might, the air around her crackled with electricity, and the ground shook beneath her feet. The walls of the cell trembled, and bits of rubble fell to the ground as her spells ricocheted off the chains, leaving only a few scratches on their surface.

Njorjia's eyes blazed with fury as she tried yet another spell, pouring all her energy into it. The spell burst forth in a shower of sparks, causing the chains to rattle violently, but it was not enough. Njorjia let out a scream of frustration, and the very air around her vibrated with her rage.

Konajo placed a gentle hand on her arm, hoping to calm her down, but she pulled away, her eyes wild with determination as she continued blasting the chains with her fury.

As she paused to catch her breath, Konajo, in a voice weak with sorrow, said, "Njorjia, there's no use. I'm already dead."

Njorjia turned to him, her eyes wide with shock. She took a step back, her hands dropping to her sides. "What do you mean you're already dead?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Njorjia's heart pounded in her chest as Konajo showed her the hole in his chest, and her eyes widened in horror.

"No...no..." she whispered, her voice trembling as tears began to well up in her eyes. "How could this have happened? Who did this to you?"

Konajo's eyes were filled with sadness as he shook his head. "It was the last few leaders of the rebellion," he said softly. "They were desperate and angry after we defeated them in the War of 100 Nights last year. They wanted revenge, and I was their target."

Njorjia's heart sank. "No... No, you can't be gone," she whispered.

Konajo's expression softened as he reached out to comfort her. "I'm sorry, Njorjia. I wish it weren't true, but it is. I'm only here because you have bound my essence to this earth. I don't regret anything, though. You and I fought bravely, and we saved countless lives. That's something to be proud of."

Njorjia couldn't bear to look at him, knowing that he was dead and yet standing before her. She felt a heavy weight in her chest, a mix of grief and guilt. She had been so focused on finding him that she had neglected to consider the possibility that he might not be alive.

Njorjia, the powerful sorceress, strode through the crowded streets of the magical city. Her long, curly black hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her deep brown eyes scanned her surroundings with a fierce intensity. Her skin was a deep, rich brown, and she carried herself with a regal bearing that demanded respect.

She was being led by a magical priest, who was escorting her to the Door to Everywhere, a mystical doorway known to lead to any location in the world, and beyond.

The people around bowed their heads as Njorjia followed the priest into the sacred temple - her knowledge of ancient magic, coupled with the role she had played in ending the war the prior year, had earned her the love and respect of many.

But beneath her composed exterior, Njorjia was consumed by desperation. Her dear friend had been missing for over a year, and despite her best efforts, she had been unable to locate him. Njorjia's desperation had consumed her for months, driving her to the brink of madness. She had scoured the entire kingdom for her friend, using all the spells she knew and consulting every mystical artifact she could find. But her search had been in vain, and her friend remained missing.

As a last resort, Njorjia had turned to the forbidden practice of binding essence to objects. It was a dangerous and blacklisted spell that only the most skilled and daring of magicians dared to attempt. But Njorjia was desperate, and she had spent countless sleepless nights gathering the traces of her friend's essence that still lingered on his belongings.

With shaking hands, Njorjia had carefully attached the essence to the key, weaving it into the metal with a complex spell that she had never attempted before. She knew that if the spell went wrong or if the key was harmed in any way, her friend could lose his life forever. But Njorjia was willing to take the risk - she could not bear the thought of losing her dear friend to the void of the unknown.

She had decided to use the key on the Door to Everywhere in hopes of finding him. The door was a dangerous tool, for it could lead her to the darkest corners of the world, and beyond. It was unpredictable and opened to different places depending on which key turned it. But because of the powerful spell she'd placed on the key, Njorjia was bound to end up with her friend.

Or at least, she hoped so.

Her heart pounded with anticipation and anxiety as she walked towards the sacred door with the magical priest. As she inserted the key into the door, she whispered a powerful incantation. The key glowed with a bright light, and Njorjia felt a surge of energy coursing through her body. She stepped through the door, not knowing what lay ahead, but trusting that her magic would guide her to her friend.

Hahaha

The cafe was a cacophony of noise - the clatter of plates, the hiss of the coffee machine, the chatter of customers. The four vampire hunters slipped inside, their eyes scanning the crowd. They looked like any other group of friends catching up over coffee.

"Snake, make sure no one gives him permission to leave," said Owl.

"Got it," Snake replied as she scanned the room.

The vampire sat at a corner table in the bustling cafe, sipping his coffee and tapping away on his sleek MacBook. He wore a plain white t-shirt and jeans, looking like any other young professional in the city. His jet-black hair was styled neatly, and his sharp features were almost handsome. But there was something about his piercing gaze that made him seem otherworldly. A red pendant hung from his neck. It was a double-edged sword - an enchanted device that allowed him to dwell without thirst for blood and protected him from daylight's wrath but also revealed his nature to anyone who knew its purpose.

The hunters ordered coffee and began chatting while keeping an eye on the vampire. After about half an hour, he finished his third cup of coffee, then stood up and made to leave the cafe.

Snake suddenly cried, "Everyone, look at me and say 'no'!"

It seemed like a silly plan, but it was one that experience had taught her worked. The other patrons looked at her curiously but did as they were told. The vampire reached for the door handle but couldn't turn it. He tried again but still couldn't leave.

"Gotcha," said Owl softly as they quickly surrounded the vampire. The vampire hissed, so Owl leaned into him and whispered, "Resist, and we will kill everyone in this cafe. We would rather keep a low profile, so I hope you don't push us to that option."

The vampire stiffened, but he made no moves.

Owl smiled. "Good choice. Now, follow us and be on your best behavior, understand?"

He nodded. They led him outside, the other patrons still looking on in confusion.

As they led him to the van they'd arrived in, the vampire hissed, "Vardic sent you, didn't he? You're wasting your time; I'll run away again. I'm not going to kill for him."

Owl shrugged. "Not our problem. We only do the job we're paid for."

"So you're hired hunts? Who are you people?"

"The Band of Night."

The vampire's brow furrowed. "Never heard of you."

"Good."

>He then shifted his finger to Ares and said “ I will do to you what I did to the betrayer with MY FOOT ON YOUR NECK, LANCE THROUGH YOUR DAMN SPINE PANSY!”

Michael needs to be sent in for anger management training XD

>(Creative juices kinda ran out, also busy at work, so thats all i got)

Haha this was an entertaining read nevertheless!