I am aiming to make this an awesome, long series with a lots of changes.
The Year Before Zoey is Marked- In an Abandoned Building
Rowan always believed in magic, from the time he was very young. This was amplified by seeing a young girl get marked as a Fledgling. No scientific anything could make that make sense. It just... had to be magic. Nothing else made sense. He was obsessed with it, the craft, and from the time he turned six he started to study it. Well, as much as a six year old could. It started out as books on witches, then modern wicca, and other faiths.
By the time he was twelve, he was almost as knowledgable as a college professor on the subject of Occult Studies. That made him proud...
On his Fifteenth Birthday, as a present to himself, he set up a ritual. His first one, he had been too nervous to cast before. He was homeless at the time, having run away from a Foster home that was uber Catholic. They hated his study of the occult, and tried to batpize him.
He said fuck that and bolted,... which brought him back to the ritual.
'If magic is real, than maybe the gods are like the Vampyres say... maybe, just maybe, this will put me a better path. One where I can actually matter, where I can thrive!'
Gathering his supplies, he made a sacred circle out of salt, with a candle in each of the cardinal directions. He lit his long braid of lavender and sage, wafting it around his sacred space.
"Air is everywhere, it is with us at our first breathe. I beseech you, air, and ask that you enter this circle." There was nothing there, not change in the smoke, but Rowan swore he felt eyes on him from all around. He didn't care if it was his imagination, he needed this.
Lighting the next candle, he uttered his prayer spell. "Fire is in our blood, it warms us, gives us thought and comfort. I beseech you, fire, and ask that you enter this circle." He swore he felt a flicker of warmth, a tingling in his chest.
"Water is comfort, and cooling. It literally is our blood, and gives us life. I beseech you, Water, and ask that you enter this circle." He had to stretch, as his very blood itched. Again, could have been his imagination, but hey it was something.
Lighting the fourth candle, he smiled. "Earth is us, our body, our flesh. She held once and will hold us again. I beseech you, Earth, and ask that you enter this circle." This time, the smell of the herbs burned so much stronger in his nose and he was sure he was not making the changes up.
"Spirit is individuality, interest and love. It is connection to all things... I beseech you, Spirit, and ask that you enter this circle."
He almost cried as a rush of joy filled him, and he knew real peace. He collapsed to his knees, hands shaking.
"Please, elemental forces... hear my words then echo them to those that can help me. My name is Rowan, I am homeless child obsessed with magic. Help me, whoever is listening, to matter in a world that had rejected me. Give me strength, and the power to make changes. To make my goals and dreams real!" Grabbing a knife from his pocket, he cut across his palm and allowed his blood to drip into the fire. "I give to you, my body's power. Find me a guiding ally within this hour!"
His voice actually echoed, trembling with his meager power, lingering in the air for a solid minute before the candle flames burst into life, reaching the ceiling before a cold hand touched his shoulder.
Terrified, he turned, only to gasp at the sight of a stunning figure looking at him with amusement.
She was tall, tanned and powerful. Her body radiating a thick presence of energy, like the force of a magnet. "My name is Hecate, and we have much to discuss."
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Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.