This is a rewrite of a Deal struck, fixing some hefty issues with it...
I am making different and better choices...
2008 three years before Season Six started.
"Mater, Virgo, Crone! Tuum oro auxilium, Te obtestor, ac tuam clementiam ac moderationem oro." Gabe muttered, walking along the library he practically lived in. His hands shook as he cast the spell he read, the prayer to his favorite goddess in all of Mythology. He adored all references to the goddess, her stories, and her powers, she was everything he admired in magic and power. Power over all realms, influence over all things and the means to make change that no one could deny. He could not help but want a piece of that power, hence why he could not help but utter the prayer he found, so randomly that day in the library. "Audi puerum tuum, eique vires, quas tam opulente meretur, da ei vires quas quaerit ... potestates quae eum a dolore sublevant et ad viam fortitudinis perducent!" He moved his hand, dramatically, and " OW!" ... accidentally cut his finger on a page of the soft leather-bound book. The blood dripped from his finger onto the page, before bursting into flames.
Gabe tried to drop the book, the roaring fire scaring him as it danced above his head, but he could not move. His body stayed still, as if paralyzed. Then, as the fire dimmed down, he felt it... a soft presence, deep in the recesses of his battered, terrified mind.
"Hello, there, my sweet boy... we have much to discuss." He turned and saw a stunning figure, a woman with long velvety black hair that fell in waves down her back. She had on a green dress and jewels around her throat. She smiled at him with green eyes and purple lips. "I am Hecate and you, my sweet, are the first Pagan to tap into my power in quite a long time. Tell me, why did you call upon me, for one that claims to never believe in any higher power, your desire was strong enough to move me."
He could not deny her power, her presence, the magic he felt in his soul and mind and flesh. "Hi... hello... I..." he shuddered, before calming himself. "I admire power, I chose to be more than just myself... it is that power, not yours that I worship..."
She nodded. "That makes sense. Now, tell me, how would you feel about becoming a witch..." She smirked, leaning in towards him. "Pagan gods gain their power from worship and sacrifice. I will not ask you to tie yourself to me mystical, I can foresee that you would never accept that, but having faith in me, connecting with me, and so on... that would be enough. The occasional sacrifice would be more than welcome. In return I will give you the means to learn the craft, to master it, and becomes as powerful as you could imagine... what say you?"
The answer was as easy as breathing, but again he was an impulsive fifteen-year-old child so a lot of what he did was impulsive.. "I accept."
Hecate cackled and grabbed his hands with her own. There was a tremble of power and he felt marks of power crawl up his skin. He knew, instinctively, that these were the marks of their deal. " There, we are bound. Now, for your first grimoire... and some supplies." She snapped her fingers, and a bag appeared. It was a satchel, made of soft brown leather and covered in sigils. "It is spelled to be resistant to danger and immune to theft among other things. Inside is your first grimoire, and some supplies... all things you need to learn magic and offer me the proper respect."
Nodding, he grabbed it and put it on his shoulder. "Thank you... I know this is all so sudden but you have done more for me than anyone I can remember."
She grabbed his face, smiling warmly. "I am Maiden, Mother, Crone. I am a mother in all that I am, and you are now my sweet son... I will watch over you and guide you as much as I can... now go, your father is waiting for you, as is a choice you have always seen coming... tonight is a powerful day, the New Moon... it is my night of the month when powers and magic stirs..." Her eyes were cold and green as the turbulent sea. "Your actions are bound not to others, you answer to yourself... if you want to be free, you need to make a path for yourself... always remember that. I will be watching if you need it, dear child... and I will be willing to help you."
She vanished then, in a swirl of purple energy, and he knew what she wanted him to do...
Something he had always wanted to do...
Something he needed to do...
The reason he was hiding in the library... and had been for years. His father was a monster, evil and cruel and if Gabe really wanted to be free, he had to go...
From within the bag, he found hsi first grimoire and his path became clear...
"Hecate, in return for my father's life, do not let me take the fall... let me escape...and let me live." The book opened and he saw a page, a spell for stopping the heart..." Thank you... "
And finally, he had his first step... who would have guessed the path to freedom and power would have been born from his obsession with magic and fantasy?
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.
