under a spell part seven ( to all my friends)

"*points* look the wolves are here, we must hurry to set up the trap." Uther warns as he takes a net and a few ropes. Gonfindle and Lancelot are still working on the altar and several men decide to give them backup by standing at the edge of the circle as some living shield. I tremble as I see myself standing near the hillside half naked wearing just a piece of fabric around my waist. "*shakes his head* he's trying to shock us, be humiliating her," I hear Lancelot saying. "sobs and sighes* My body has been dishonored...I'm so ashamed of myself..." I say to Gonfindle. "*stretches his hand* no you're not, in fact, you look...beautiful." I shake my head and cry bitterly. "*sobs* being a ghost is terrible enough, but this...is even worse." I whisper.
Uther runs closer and demands a few men to stretch out the net and to stand ready with the ropes. "*shouts* stand ready men, and remember, the wolves are weak at the chest!"
I stand near the table as I see the men of Dun Natal standing ready to catch the wolves. I turn my head away from the sight as the wolves begin to attack. It is a bloody fight and I see several men going down, while others run to aide their fallen comrads. "*curses* damn they are strong, Uther, *points* look the leader is backing away..." I hear Lancelot saying. Uther jumps upon his horse and attacks the wolves while riding trough their lines. "*Shouts* keep on fighting!" I stand aside and hope that the battle would be over soon. I close my eyes and reach for my body, hoping that somehow it would respond, despite the demon inside. "*stretches hands* call them off, now" I whisper. "*looks around* hey, they're backing away, now is our chance..." I hear my father say, yet before the men can get near my body, it fades in a dark cloud and vanishes. "*Sighes* we've lost*" I hear my father say. "*shakes his head* no, the demon has weakened because your daughters ghost has been able to command her body, he has to rest in a cave, below the hill, wait 'till sunrise and then we can capture him, plus the fact that he hasn't drank any blood,...it made him weak too.." Lancelot explains. Uther nods and then gazes around. "we have wounded, can you aide us in healing them?"
"*nods*" of course we will..." Lancelot responds while Gonfindle still works at the altar. I sigh sadly and gaze at the women who are carrying the wounded men towards the inn, the town elders still stand shocked and don't move at all. "*walks towards them* If you had destroyed the scroll long ago like I demanded once, none of this would've happened, now an innocent virgin is the victim of your stupidity." he says with a poisonous undertone. I look at them and wonder what they are thinking, a cold feeling growing in my mind as I begin to fear that it was done deliberatly.

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> "points look the wolves are here, we must hurry to set up the trap." Uther warns as he takes a net and a few ropes. Gonfindle and Lancelot are still working on the altar and several men decide to give them backup by standing at the edge of the circle as some living shield. I tremble as I see myself standing near the hillside half naked wearing just a piece of fabric around my waist. "shakes his head he's trying to shock us, be humiliating her," I hear Lancelot saying. "sobs and sighes* My body has been dishonored...I'm so ashamed of myself..." I say to Gonfindle. "stretches his hand no you're not, in fact, you look...beautiful." I shake my head and cry bitterly. "sobs being a ghost is terrible enough, but this...is even worse." I whisper. > Uther runs closer and demands a few men to stretch out the net and to stand ready with the ropes. "shouts stand ready men, and remember, the wolves are weak at the chest!" > I stand near the table as I see the men of Dun Natal standing ready to catch the wolves. I turn my head away from the sight as the wolves begin to attack. It is a bloody fight and I see several men going down, while others run to aide their fallen comrads. "curses damn they are strong, Uther, points look the leader is backing away..." I hear Lancelot saying. Uther jumps upon his horse and attacks the wolves while riding trough their lines. "Shouts keep on fighting!" I stand aside and hope that the battle would be over soon. I close my eyes and reach for my body, hoping that somehow it would respond, despite the demon inside. "stretches hands call them off, now" I whisper. "looks around hey, they're backing away, now is our chance..." I hear my father say, yet before the men can get near my body, it fades in a dark cloud and vanishes. "Sighes we've lost" I hear my father say. "shakes his head* no, the demon has weakened because your daughters ghost has been able to command her body, he has to rest in a cave, below the hill, wait 'till sunrise and then we can capture him, plus the fact that he hasn't drank any blood,...it made him weak too.." Lancelot explains. Uther nods and then gazes around. "we have wounded, can you aide us in healing them?" > "nods" of course we will..." Lancelot responds while Gonfindle still works at the altar. I sigh sadly and gaze at the women who are carrying the wounded men towards the inn, the town elders still stand shocked and don't move at all. "walks towards them If you had destroyed the scroll long ago like I demanded once, none of this would've happened, now an innocent virgin is the victim of your stupidity." he says with a poisonous undertone. I look at them and wonder what they are thinking, a cold feeling growing in my mind as I begin to fear that it was done deliberatly.
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