I have a TON of ideas, but I am working them out.
Hecate's warm smile startled Rowan, the raw maternal essence of it was as uplifting as it was heartbreakingly terrifying. "I heard your call, loud and clear, dear one. You are a seeker of magic, one that desires the power to make changes to the world about you. I respect that, truly I do. However, I cannot just hand you power... " he sighed, and turned his head to the side. "But...what I can do is give you the tools to make your path possible, but you must be the one to walk it."
She helped him to his feet.
"This is my gift to you." From the what seemed like a fold of air, she pulled out a book. It was grey with an omega symbol on it's front, thick as a dictonary. "This grimoire in on true mortal magic. The powers you can learn to wield. I hope that you use it wisely, for magic of any kind is not something to misuse. " She smiled. "Your power will be drawn from two sources. Your life force, as the binder, and the lingering traces of magic that exist in the folds of the world. It holds no elemental affinity, it is pure potency. Use it well, my sweet."
Then she leaned down, kissing his bleeding hand, allowing it to sizzle shut.
"Do not forget your roots, for your power is in your pain and your ability to heal from it."
And then, in a swirl of heat, she was gone, leaving him with his book and spent circle. He was crying, thick beautiful tears as finally, finally the world was kind to him and there was a path to power.
Hugging the book close, he bowed. "I will honor this book, this gift, and you Lady Hecate. Always."
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Rowan spent three days studying his book, learning of the essence of magic. Of the hidden elements, of the powers of sacrifice and how all things required energy equal to their requests. He also learned that, by practicing the craft, he took would start to change as the magic radiated through him. It would take time, but it would one hundred percent happen.
Spells, for a human, could be magnifed by through herbs, potions and more. However, basic spell work only required an incantation, magic, energy and will. To that end, he studied the craft harshly.
And soon, on the third day, he managed a spell.
Swirling his hands around, reaching out with his will, he intoned a simple spell. "Fire is what I desire." And before he knew it, a silvery light glowed in his palm, something admired for a moment, before he flicked it at one of his many candles. And when the thing burst into flames, he knew he would become a real sorcerer. One day...
One day.
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This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.