ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs
Shadows danced about the old tomb, casting the grisly image of fallen Dathomirians amidst the flickering light of ritual candles, the flames tinged with green as Eido lit them one by one until a jagged star formed around her. Beneath them, grooves had been cut in the stone long ago, now filled as she gently poured a wooden bowl into the center.
'It had to be done, they left her no choice' she told herself. 'It was either you or them'
And as she poured, extinguishing the center candle, she fell to her knees. A voice on the other side continued to whisper, growing louder and louder. She didn't even know what she was speaking to- what the coven were trying to contact- but it wanted blood. And blood it shall have.
"From the stars cometh the earth, from the earth cometh life" She began reciting in Dathomirian, refusing to look at the fallen despite the fury in her crimson eye.
"From life cometh blood, From within the blood cometh iron. Without these kin fallen now cometh blood. Iron within. Iron without"
The young Dathomirian slide her own palm across the tip of a small horn about her head, wincing as her own blood became added to the mixture. Ink with which to write her desperate plea.
"Come forth o spirit, beckoned by iron to extinguish these six souls. Come forth o spirit to this waking world and whisper no more. From the Nether proclaim you will! And shout once more"
"please... tell me what I must do!" The Dathomirian fell to her hands and knees in exhaustion, shedding a single tear.

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