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''I'm telling you the answers are in here. You need the circle.'' Stephen said calmly, his patience astounding.
''How will a circle help me use magic?'' Darcy asked, looking at the middle-aged man with disbelief.
''It's not a physical circle, but an elemental circle. One that only the gifted can make. You need to concentrate on the air your breathing, the water that makes you survive, the fire that keeps your heart hotter than flames, and the earth that you need to live and you cherish above all. Can you do that?'' Stephens voice was gentle and calm, not accusing as she had expected.
''I can.'' She retorted, flashing Loki a dark glance. She'd wanted him to teach her but he'd refused, saying that Stephen knew how to control this power better than he did and that he didn't want to take any risks at her hurting herself. The anger she felt at him still burned hot and she wasn't going to forgive him... Yet.
''Never be hasty about an answer. Think it over before you reply, many have failed to learn properly this way and grow up... Spoiling, their craft,'' He gave Loki a pointed look and Loki in turn returned Stephen with a withering scowl, ''now you must understand that these words I'm going to teach you are not a poets attempts at something beautiful, this is real. These are the words that call upon each of the elements that exist in your world.''
''Are there other elements?'' Darcy asked, taking a small book Stephen handed her.
''There are few in the other worlds, but that knowledge is not for you.'' Stephen replied, gesturing for her to read.
... Igdradoon, hidden treaures of Earth He keeps within His deepest deeps, His kindness like the roots of an Oak tree... Sunmacil, the Water of the bluest sea of the rarest world with the brightest Stars, Her rath as sudden as a Suname... Eradrook, the finest Wind that bites like the flying knives, His wisdom like the ageless sky above... Aradani, eye of Fire the clearest sun of Sky, with light in Her clear eyes like the lightning that strikes the worlds with love and hate... The words burned into her mind. Haunting her memories with something that felt peaceful and wise... And yet as furious as a hornets nest.
''These are the words you must recite when calling an element. All other magical studies don't need this.'' Loki said, breaking into Darcy's concentration.
''Can you teach me everything else?'' Darcy asked hopefully, hope in her eyes.
''Yes.''
Thank goodness. She didn't exactly like the idea of being stuck with the sorcerer forever, no matter how kind and how much she liked him... He still was a little too stern for her, and the wisdom behing his pale grey eyes made it hard to look at him.
''Now...'' Stephen glared Loki back to where he'd been sitting before, then continued. ''I want you to call to fire and make a small fireball. Preferably aiming it at the water.'' He added with a small smile.
''How the hell am I going to know how to make a fire ball?'' Darcy snapped at the Sorcerer, crossing her arms across her chest.
''Darcy you have the gift inside of you. Believe and will the fire to come out. Don't think sensibly, believe you can do it.'' Stephen urged, taking Darcy's hand.
''Please try.'' Loki pleaded, looking into her eyes.
''Fine.'' Darcy grumbled, taking her hand away from Stephen. She didn't want this gift. It was something evil and cursed, demon fire. Who wants a gift like that?
Darcy closed her eyes, focusing.
''Don't focus, believe, act as though you're in the movie theater,'' Stephen whispered.
Darcy drew the circle of power around her, blue flames licking at the edges. A whirlwind was in front of her, circling around and around. She could see her, Fire. It's blazing beauty took her breath away as the element rushed towards Darcy. A beam of light blinded her and she fell to her feet. The circle was broken.
''Darcy are you all right?'' Loki knelt next her, putting a smooth hand on her cheek. Darcy opened her eyes, barely aware of his touch. ''I saw it... No I felt it.'' The sheer amazement at being able to see it amazed her and she felt an odd hunger for more.
''You need to concentrate on accepting the fire, not fighting it.'' Stephen said quietly, helping her up.
Her. Darcy thought, brushing off the dust that wasn't there. Her cheeks flamed, she felt like every time she almost had controlled this curse it exploded and she got hurt. That's what you signed up for when you came here. Her thoughts mocked her just as much as Stephen and Loki did and it was starting to get on her nerves.
''Try bringing up a memory... Something that someone did to you that made you feel a very prominent emotion... Like anger.'' Stephen said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Darcy could think of a lot of sequences in her timeline where she was angry. Darcy closed her eyes and drew the circle around her, the incantations that drew Fire out of her slumber coming to her as if she'd known them all her life. Her eyes flashed open and she felt the heat, the life of Fire coming into her. For Darcy to use at her own will. She sent a blast of flame at Stephen, blind anger rushing forward and blotting out all else.
Stephen gasped and was hurled back a couple of feet, stopping near the bow of the boat.
''Stephen!'' Darcy cried, running over to him. Shit! She had probably turned away her only hope to controlling this thing, by shooting her teacher with a fireblast and knocking him out.
''You... Did good?'' Stephen wheezed, slowly getting to his feet.
''Darcy it wasn't your fault, you can come out.'' Loki said, his voice muffled by the door.
Darcy was sitting with her back to the door, feeling absolutely retched for shooting Stephen, who was her friend, and teacher of the mystic arts. ''Go away. I don't want to talk to you.'' Darcy groaned, her throat was hurting from an illness that sprung out of nowhere, and it cracked as she spoke.
''I'll break the door down.'' Loki threatened, and Darcy could feel him sit down with his back against the door, prepared to wait her out.
''I could have killed him! Who wants this crappy gift anyways? I'm sick and tired of having all this mammoth sized weight piled on my shoulders like I'm some sort of hero! Sick of it!'' Darcy spat out the words, getting up and pacing the room, longing for an escape.
''You can't always get this way when something goes wrong. If you want I'll be your teacher. Now that Fire has accepted you and left her essence in your spirit it will be easier, going through the motions.'' His silky voice called to her, beckoning her to go to him. She felt lured in, like a fish on a line.
''Stop using your sorcery!'' Darcy shouted, angry that she was so easily influenced.
''I wasn't using magic Darcy... Why do you think I was?'' Loki replied, confusion in his voice as her leaned his head against the door.
Darcy flamed red, she knew why she'd been drawn to the door, she wanted to be close to him and she felt that desire rushing through her veins. She squeezed her eyes close, Blotting out all other sounds, she had to see if she could do it again. She had to feel the flame one more time, just to make sure she had it.
She drew the circle of power, and saw it in her minds eye. Clear as the sun, blue with silver flames licking the edges. The words came to her lips like out of a memory... Igdradoon, hidden treaures of Earth He keeps within His deepest deeps, His kindness like the roots of an Oak tree... Sunmacil, the Water of the bluest sea of the rarest world with the brightest Stars, Her wrath as sudden as a Sunami... Eradrook, the finest Wind that bites like the flying knives, His wisdom like the ageless sky above... Aradani, eye of Fire the clearest sun of Sky, with light in Her clear eyes like the lightning that strikes the worlds with love and hate... The words came out of her, quieter than a mouse. She felt Fire move within her, her love deep and kind, her wrath as fierce as a mother wolf. The words seemed like an old memory even though it only been hours ago when she's learned them.
A small figure appeared before her in her mind. Long red hair fanning out behind the person.
''I am Aradani lady Darcy. Why do you insist on waking me? Don't you know that You're not in any peril? The only danger on this boat is that man you ride with. Not to mention that he has you wrapped around his finger.'' The woman giggled, and bit the tip of her finger, looking at Darcy with amusement.
''How do I use Fire?'' Darcy asked, ignoring Aradani's mention of Loki.
''I am fire! And you never use me. I help you, because you are my only connection to the Guardian. He told me to come, to answer the demon poisons calling. Now we can talk to my father.'' Aradani was laughing, her voice remoinded Darcy of a friend she'd had in highschool. He name was Olivia.
''How do we help each other? And who is the Guardian?'' Darcy asked more fervently, she felt herself growing dizzy and the circle was wavering.
''The Guardian has talked to you before... He is maker of all. Even the demons that claim to Own me.'' She hissed at the word own and Darcy felt compassion for Aradani. ''I help you when you are in danger or you call me. And I can now talk to my father more frequently than ever! We are only allowed to talk through his sons the Protectors. The are my brothers but are not as close to me as Sunmacil, Eradrook, and Idragoon. They are my brothers and sister. The handsome young man up ther will help you talk to water, but earth and wind must be learned by the Sorcerer Supreme. Please try! I need you!''
''I will! I promise...'' The circle faded and Darcy opened her eyes. She was on the boat, and Loki was banging on the door. Aradani. She had to help her.
''Darcy! I will break this door down.'' Loki threathened, words muffled by the wood.
Darcy laughed and waited for him to start pounding again, then she opened the little door and Loki was right on top of her.
He gave her a worried smile and slowly got off of her. His fingers pausing at her waist. ''I heard you talking to someone. Who was it?'' Loki asked, concern in his emerald eyes.
''Her name is Aradani. The spirit of fire.'' The words hung in the air.
''No one can talk to the elements spirits.'' Loki replied, confusion etched onto his pale features.
''Some can, if they know the Guardian. Darcy. What have you been hiding from me about your knowledge of magic?'' Stephen asked, comed down the stairs much more gracefully than Loki.
A/N
Okay Gunslinger21 I couldn't resist. I was so temted;)
Hope you liked the update guys. Review please. The whole thing about the elements was mine so if you like please tell me:D It will eather confirm or obliterate my idea that I could be a poet.