Post by Blindside Tex on May 31, 2020 13:52:32 GMT -5
Sidara placed a hand upon Azelyn as she seemed to lose her balance. She smiled though as she showed her excitement about magic. It had been quite sometime since she had taught anyone. Her time was full of much sorrow – it was nice to see someone excited about it. She turned her gaze as she heard Rhett’s voice from down the hallway. Anytime he was around – Sidara was instantly more comfortable. Being on edge from those that did not trust her was not a fun feeling. She followed Azelyn as they made their way through the castle.
“Rhett… There are other Knights tending to that, you will be needed here. If you can have any advantage, we will want it...” she spoke and watched as Azelyn opened the chamber with the flick of the proper book. She smirked as the door opened, allowing them through. “Hmm cozy” she spoke as she entered and stepped down the stairs.
Sidara pulled a small bag from her waist, which was attached to her belt. She reached into it and dug around, her endless bag. She pulled out a thick white pen – a chalk pen. She then pulled the circular rug up, revealing a smooth stone floor. She began to draw out a design on the floor, a intricate sigil. “There is no exact science behind magic” she spoke as she pulled several candles from her bag as well and placed them about the rune. She snapped her fingers and they lit all at the same time. “Magic is not a gift, it’s not a object, it’s part of you and always has been” she spoke and made her way to one corner of the sigil. “sit by a candle” she spoke and looked to the two other lit candles, their flames dancing happily.
“Magic is what holds the soul and body together, it is what allows things like physics to exist, it is the essence of life itself” she clasped her hands together. “The gift given to you by the Great Mother was not magic itself, but more so the ability to commune with it… we feel it, speak to it, and will it to work with us. But.. you must first understand what it feels like, how it speaks to you, and how you speak to it” she shut her eyes then.
“The easiest way to begin that connection – is simply by calling to it within you. Magic reacts strongly to emotion… This sigil you sit upon will make it easier for you to reach for the magic within, it will react. You’ll feel it bubble in you slightly. So, the first thing to do is to draw upon two memories. First, one of happiness and love, and then after – horror and sadness. Your magic will react as your emotions do, and you must reach further to that reaction until you find it. Tell it – will it – to display your memory before you. This Sigil will create an orb for it to project that memory, let us see your greatest sadness, and your most memorable of moments...” she spoke. “I will go first”
She drew back a breath and let it go slowly. The reaction of her magic caused the sigil below them to glow a gentle red hue. Then before them an orb appeared – and an image display.
Sidara stood, years younger – her hair short and tidy. She wore almost the same attire, but no cloak. She stood infront of a man – who wore a lab coat, and glasses. As she stepped up – she held her hand out an a dagger appeared in her palm – she thrust forward and stabbed him in the gut, and she watched as he gripped him self – blood pouring outward, and fell to the ground. She turned her gaze to several glass pods that were lifted in the air, all with a fetus floating in the middle…
The scene quickly changed to her worst memory. She stood looking to an entire city that was on fire, as she stood in the far distance atop a hill overlook. It burned wildly, a sky scraper crumbling to the floor. It was then that she held a hand out – and then gripped it. It suddenly exploded – buildings broke apart and flew in the air in the blast. Bodies could be seen blown upward, until nothing was left of them as the fire raged. She turned her gaze to feel a hand upon her shoulder – a man over her as he grinned to the scene…
Sidara gasped as her memories faded, memories she had pushed away for so long. She opened her eyes and then lowered them from the other two. “The day I became free, and then the day I had lost my freedom” she shook her head. “I can say that these recent days have been the most peaceful of my life, and despite the horror that is to come for you – my new memories are… of happiness” she chuckled then, as corny as the statement was, it was true. She did not miss the days of her time. Not at all.
“Rhett… There are other Knights tending to that, you will be needed here. If you can have any advantage, we will want it...” she spoke and watched as Azelyn opened the chamber with the flick of the proper book. She smirked as the door opened, allowing them through. “Hmm cozy” she spoke as she entered and stepped down the stairs.
Sidara pulled a small bag from her waist, which was attached to her belt. She reached into it and dug around, her endless bag. She pulled out a thick white pen – a chalk pen. She then pulled the circular rug up, revealing a smooth stone floor. She began to draw out a design on the floor, a intricate sigil. “There is no exact science behind magic” she spoke as she pulled several candles from her bag as well and placed them about the rune. She snapped her fingers and they lit all at the same time. “Magic is not a gift, it’s not a object, it’s part of you and always has been” she spoke and made her way to one corner of the sigil. “sit by a candle” she spoke and looked to the two other lit candles, their flames dancing happily.
“Magic is what holds the soul and body together, it is what allows things like physics to exist, it is the essence of life itself” she clasped her hands together. “The gift given to you by the Great Mother was not magic itself, but more so the ability to commune with it… we feel it, speak to it, and will it to work with us. But.. you must first understand what it feels like, how it speaks to you, and how you speak to it” she shut her eyes then.
“The easiest way to begin that connection – is simply by calling to it within you. Magic reacts strongly to emotion… This sigil you sit upon will make it easier for you to reach for the magic within, it will react. You’ll feel it bubble in you slightly. So, the first thing to do is to draw upon two memories. First, one of happiness and love, and then after – horror and sadness. Your magic will react as your emotions do, and you must reach further to that reaction until you find it. Tell it – will it – to display your memory before you. This Sigil will create an orb for it to project that memory, let us see your greatest sadness, and your most memorable of moments...” she spoke. “I will go first”
She drew back a breath and let it go slowly. The reaction of her magic caused the sigil below them to glow a gentle red hue. Then before them an orb appeared – and an image display.
Sidara stood, years younger – her hair short and tidy. She wore almost the same attire, but no cloak. She stood infront of a man – who wore a lab coat, and glasses. As she stepped up – she held her hand out an a dagger appeared in her palm – she thrust forward and stabbed him in the gut, and she watched as he gripped him self – blood pouring outward, and fell to the ground. She turned her gaze to several glass pods that were lifted in the air, all with a fetus floating in the middle…
The scene quickly changed to her worst memory. She stood looking to an entire city that was on fire, as she stood in the far distance atop a hill overlook. It burned wildly, a sky scraper crumbling to the floor. It was then that she held a hand out – and then gripped it. It suddenly exploded – buildings broke apart and flew in the air in the blast. Bodies could be seen blown upward, until nothing was left of them as the fire raged. She turned her gaze to feel a hand upon her shoulder – a man over her as he grinned to the scene…
Sidara gasped as her memories faded, memories she had pushed away for so long. She opened her eyes and then lowered them from the other two. “The day I became free, and then the day I had lost my freedom” she shook her head. “I can say that these recent days have been the most peaceful of my life, and despite the horror that is to come for you – my new memories are… of happiness” she chuckled then, as corny as the statement was, it was true. She did not miss the days of her time. Not at all.
