I took the other down, because It was a mess, like so messy in so many ways... I am so rusty on fanfic... haha.
Anyway, I have a better idea, so bear with me,...
My last story...
One year before Summer of First Book
Magic was everything to Rowan... he craved it, desired it above all others. So, naturally, he walking into Lily Dale, one of the most overly Wiccan and Pagan places in America, he found himself at a bookstore selling books at a discount price. Homeless or not, Rowan jumped at the chance to buy something interesting. Walking into the store, he was quickly accosted by an older lady from behind a desk.
"Hello child, what are you looking for?"
He almost jumped at the sudden sound, two months of living on the streets had rendered him paranoid. "Just some of your books, ma'am."
She smiled, a toothy sort of grin that left him warmer inside. "Be careful for the pursuit of knowledge, you never know where it might lead..." She stood, hunched over and more ancient than he could express. "For a beginner of magic, I would recommend this book and the contents of this bag." She handed him him a large leather book, one perfectly bound and covered in sigils, as well as a light leather satchel. "It has your typical fare, candles, jewels, herbs and of course cards..."
"How much? I don't know if I can afford it."
She smirked. "Rowan, all I ask is the contents of your pocket and the promise that you use your powers well."
He froze, eyes wide. "How do you know my name?"
"This is Lilydale, home of psychics and magic, try to keep up."
Softly, he handed her the contents of his pocket, his last twenty dollars. " Will this really teach me magic?" he all but begged needing it to be real... he craved it, magic. Power and freedom from his life... and the lack of potency in it.
She nodded. "Yes, dear Rowan, that and more, but go, before my spell breaks and the fools running this place realize you were here. Oh and after you read on magic, I would read page three, there is something rather interesting in there for you my dear."
He all but sprinted away, only stopping when he was two miles away, by a local brook, on a bench. He read fast, never knowing what would come his way... and soon he learned a lot.
Magic has a way of turning on the user, so one must have a clarity of thought to practice fully. This was the greatest rule of magic.
The bigger the spell, the easier it is to resist and any being with magic were able to resist easier.
If you say something with enough power behind it, it can come true. That was the key to Incantations.
Magic cannot create something out of nothing, it makes use of what already exists.
It took energy to cast magic, one must always be prepared to offer the cost.
Noble sacrifice creates powerful magical energy but all magic needed energy be it life force or another source.
Herbs, minerals, the elements and sacred symbols could harness and channel magic more effectively when used.
The key to magic magic was making the target see what they want to see.
Catalysts like blood or other such things could get magic going and were often needed to cast potent spells, even for stronger beings.
Half of magic is acting like it will work and picking a superstitious mark.
Certain types of magic were stronger at different times of the year
Amazed, he continued on to the page she suggested, and he saw a spell in Latin. " To move the heart, to sway the soul... repeat these words at length..."
"Young man, what are you doing here?" he jumped, turning to see a cop coming his way with anger in his eyes. "You are trespassing, I am sure of it."
Shivering at the notion of being taken into custody, he gathered himself, believed in the magic with all his heart, and whispered the words. "Movere Cor!" He felt it, a painful cold surge of power, like cold lightning, shot through him and ripple through the air until it struck the cop. The man's eyes glistened purple before smiling softly.
"Oh, you're not worth it,... just make sure you go soon... yeah, that's... that's it... brat..." And the man walked away, leaving Rowan all but panting, cold and tired but utterly amazed.
"This is real... magic is real... it's real." he started to cry, as for the first time in his life, he felt powerful, in control and filled with direction...
For the first time in twelve years, he felt like he had hope...
And that was everything.
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"Interesting." Hecate muttered, looking through the shadows at the boy who cast the spell on the cop. "Born to magic or not, he managed it... I can see that Daphne made the right choice, no wonder she passed on her grimoire to him. I always appreciate new caster. I wonder how he will continue to perform..."
Turning her attention to Daphne, the old lady who gave Rowan her grimoire, she smiled sadly.
"Your time is close."
Daphne, sensing her, turned up. "Yes, but the boy, like all the others I have passed my knowledge onto over the years, follows the path of choice. He might become greaet, or fall into obscurity... It is his choice."
"Yes it is, but I have hope... especially with all there is to come..."
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.