Sorry this is a bit late. Thanks to tropical storm Isaias for chasing away my muse. As I've already promised, I will finish this story!
The prompts: megalith, magic
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The prompts: megalith, magic
There was a sudden low hum that filled the air, and as it increased in volume everyone began to feel a tingling sensation on their skin. It was as if they were covered with thousands of crawling ants.
“Run!” Napoleon shouted,”Get away from the stones!”
They took off, heading off in the distance to the cars used by Kit and the others. Parked far enough away; they seemed like a safe refuge from this bizarre situation...that was if the engines worked. At least the tingling finally stopped as they reached their destination.
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