The sounds of magic reverberate off hard to see objects in the midnight darkness.
And there is movement, in the darkness, among the objects.
All arises... When The Call Bells Ring!
ZEL
WHEN THE CALL BELLS RING
(Shannon, Mississippi)
Oh, give me the hour of the night when the Call Bells of the deep woods witch's chime twelve times!
During that time, many of the mythological creatures of eons past... and further past... arise like magic!
They come up from the warm peat, from the tree roots, from the stagnant pools and from the shadows!
Humans do not belong here... for if the do make an appearance, then food they may become... and I might be the first to pounce!
ZEL
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