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Her aunty sold her to a herbalist after her parents died (part 4)

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    At 12, Her Aunty Sold Her To A R!tualist After Her Parents Died, And Then The Unthinkable Happened_4

      A thick, terrîfying darkness swallowed the place. The wind howled. The trees trémbled. The air felt heavy, and even the ground seemed to growl.

     

    Suddenly, the grandmaster rose with ànger and shøuted, "Where did you get this last girl?"

     

    “I adopted her,” Chief Lucas replied, cónfused.

     

    "Føol! Return that girl immediately before this entire altar burns to ashes!" the grandmaster róared. "She is an énemy to our kingdom! Her presence has made the other two girls unacceptable!"

     

    Chief Lucas stood frozen.

     

    "Take all of them back now and find other girls. You have only six days left!" the grandmaster wárned.

     

    Chief Lucas left the altar fĂşrious, cĂłnfused, and scĂ red.

     He couldn’t understand why Nora just a 12-year-old girl was powerful enough to thréaten a kingdom of darkness.

    But something greater was walking with her…

     

    The next morning, a deeply disturbed Chief Lucas took Nora’s photo and rúshed to a powerful spiritualist, hoping to understand who she truly was.

     

    As soon as the spiritualist laid eyes on Nora’s image, his expression changed. He stared in silence for a while, then slowly lifted his head and said:

     

    "This girl... is not an ordinary child. Her spirit is mighty. Pure. Fierce. It carries a divine energy that viølently resists and fíght every unclean spirit."

    He paused, then continued:

     

    "Because of her, your sĂ crifice will never work. The spirits will never accept it, no matter how desperate you are."

     

    Chief Lucas fell to his knees. “Wise one, please... I have less than six days to live. What should I do?”

     

    The spiritualist’s voice turned gràve.

    "You have only two options."

     

    "First, if you send the girl away, you will still dĂ­e, because your sĂ crifice has already been marked as rejected."

     

    "Second... and this is your only hope, listen to the girl. Follow her every instruction. Because right now, she is your savior. Your fate is in her hands, not the other way around."

     

    "Obey her… and you will live and save. Ignore her… and you will díe." The choice is yours. 

     

    Chief Lucas left the shrine more cónfused than ever, his pride wrestling with féar. 

     

    But instead of heeding the warning, he hĂ rdened his heart and refused to obey the spiritualist.

     

    He still believed he could find another way… but time was running out.

     

    Three days later, Chief Lucas returned to the occultic altar with three more virgin girls, hoping to complete the sàcrifice and escape déath. 

    But once again, the rîtual fàiled. 

     

    The grandmaster's eyes bûrned with ànger as he thûndered:

     

    "You føol! There is a mysterious powerful fórce in your house, an unshakable spirit that fíghts against our altar. That spirit is blocking the sàcrifice!"

     

    At once, a cold realization strûck Chief Lucas. His mind flashed back to what the spiritualist had told him, the warning about Nora. 

    Her presence alone had tainted his offering.

     

    He rushed back home, his heart pĂłunding. When he saw Nora seated quietly, reading an old book in the corner of the room, he just stood there watching her. For a long time, he said nothing.

     

    Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he asked:

    "Who… who are you, little girl?"

     

    Nora looked up gently, her voice calm but firm:

     

    "Sir, I am Nora. The orphan you adopted."

    Her eyes held no fear, only truth.

     

    As Chief Lucas turned to walk away, still stunned and searching for answers, Nora’s voice floated through the silence like a whisper from another realm:

     

    "Sir… turn away from your evíl. You have only half a percent of life left. 

    You are already ninety-nine and a half percent déad. 

    Turn away from your wĂ­ckedness so your life can be restored.

     

    Chief Lucas froze. Her words píerced his soul. He turned to look at her again with terrífied eyes, his heart póunded like a war drum, and with trémbling lips, he asked:

     

    How do you know that I am closer to déath? And, who are you? 

     

    Nora stared at him for a moment, then said, "I am..........To be continued...

     

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