I realized, that my biggest mistake, was following canon. I need my oc to be indepedant, unique and without too many ties to the predestined cast.
I hope you enjoy what I make when I finally fix the cycle of the same story over and over.
All I will be copying is Mortal Magic user.
That's it...
The Day the Masterbolt is Stolen- In Central Park
"Benedicta tellus, majestatem tuam imbue. Vita ardeat per umbras et tristitiam. Esto lux mea!"
Focusing, Mason flicked over his knife, pressing the sharp edge to his finger. Allowing three drops of blood to flow into the sacred salt circle, he placed the knife down and started to lit the candles around the circle, careful to not let any trace of heat touch the earth or massive oak tree he was casting under. His last chance for peace, for happiness... a desperate act he could not get past.
"Per sanguinem, per spiritum, ad has magicas voco.
Aufer id, quod mentem meam a majestate tua devincit."
Placing his hands in the air, he breathed in the cold light of the Moon. Then, in simple English, he offered his prayer to magic. Tears prickling at his eyes, hunger gnawing at his belly, misery in his heart. All amplifying his prayer and lifting it, he hoped, to the magic his fifteen year old brain sought.
"Help me, magic. Help me matter. Help me to empower myself. Beyond the command of others. Beyond the misery of being homeless, alone and in pain half a continent away from my monstrous parents. Help me matter!"
Then, to his complete and utter shock, something changed. Pain, swift and cold, shot through his body just as the candle snuffed out. Like lighting and Ice, he felt it burn through him, taking from him something deep in his core. He collapsed to the side, convulsing in agony as life itself flew from him and into the spell. His eyes burned, like acid searing away his pupils.
'It's working, I found real magic... but It's going to kill me!"
And then it all went away, the pain, the fear, the doubt... Tears fell down his face at he realized something important.
"I did it..." He said, sitting up with great hesitation. Shaking, he held out a hand. "Incendia." And to his shock, amazement and fear, a tiny flame blossomed in his palm for only a moment before fading away into nothing. Weaker than ever, he started to sob, finally having access to magic, a thing he craved his entire life. "I can get food, a place to live, and so much more. I can matter!"
He would stay there, crying for a few more minutes before collecting his things and hurrying away to find a place to eat and sleep.
"I need to practice..."
A woman's laughter stopped him. Turning, he saw a stunning lady, tall and green eyed, wearing a dress made of what looked like Ink. "You burned the Mist from your eyes, and awakened the potential for magic... a rarity to accomplish with a Deity's help." She smiled, though it seemed false. "I am Hecate, and you have peeked my Interest. For that, I will grant you this." She held out a book, a grimoire, one he grabbed and held to his chest in shock. "This contains your basics spells, and many tools for survival. Including the truth of our world, of the gods... study up, child. I am sure you'll find it to come in handy...
Continue to interest me, and we'll see about you gaining more of my aid.. but remember, what I give, I can always take away.."
She vanished then, in a ripple of shadow, leaving Mason gaping.
"What the hell did I do and am I ready to handle it all?"
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.