Monday, October 26, 2009
Infusion
6:28 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Grimaulkin took off his shirt and shoes, and left them at the door. In his arms were the items that everyone gave him, items with their essences. In the old days, he would make a fetish with them, something to control them. For some reason, though, he didn’t even have the desire to do something like that – he wanted to help them.
Grim entered the circle barefoot and shirtless. Rusty had kindly marked it out on the floor for him. This was serious conjuring, and he no longer had his robes, so he had to work minimally. Normally, he would have worked skyclad, but he never knew who might come into this more public place.
Grim set the items down, and pulled out his silver athame. First, he called the quarters. Then he re-etched the circle in the floor, making it stronger. Grim could see the white glow of the circle, something he hadn’t seen before. He would make things stronger soon, by carving into the stone symbols of magic. Unfortunately, most of the symbols he knew were for dark magic, so he needed to look up more symbols for white magic.
Grim heard a sound and looked up to see Kalius at the door. “Hi,” he called.
“I’m here to help,” Kalius said.
“But I already cast the circle. You can’t come in.”
Kalius walked forward, and his foot touched the edge of the circle. Then he stepped over it. The circle only wavered, parted to let him in, then closed up behind him. Grim stared in amazement at him. Kalius only smiled. Grim started to smile. “Okay, let’s get to it.”
Grim turned to the items on the floor and knelt before them. Kalius knelt beside him. Grim picked up Kalius’ item first. He concentrated, pulling his energy up and directing it into the athame. He envisioned the power that he had, a pure white light, and envisioned it in the point of the athame. He drew a symbol on the item, a combination symbol of protection and power of his own creation, so it had his power in it, and no one else’s. Although the item would show nothing to the naked eye because the silver knife was not edged, to someone with magical sight they would see the symbol glowing white.
He held the item, and envisioned power in it. Then he felt Kalius put a hand on his shoulder. Grim felt him open himself up to him, to be able to use his own power of the gods. He didn’t need it right now, but by the end of the ritual, he might.
He placed the item down and turned to Mind’s. He did the same, etched the symbol on it, poured power in, and placed it down. He did the same to Rusty’s. He turned to Raina’s.
Raina’s was already glowing gold, showing its magic in the circle. Grim took some power from Kalius and got high for a minute. He reached for the item, and held it in his hands. I use white magic, he thought. It helps, not hurts. Do not break the spell on this, but help it. He drew the symbol, and it glowed white like the others, but was layered on top of the gold glow. Then, even as he watched, the white symbol began to glow a brighter gold. He smiled, set the item down.
Next, he raised his arms and hands over the items as if in benediction. He envisioned the Word they would use, and the short ritual they would perform, either with their will or in their actions. He knew Kalius, Mind, and Raina would be able to perform it by will, and he felt that Rusty could do it with his telekinesis. The protection part of the symbol would ensure that no dark magic would find its way in the spell.
He looked down at the items, and the symbol and item glowed, each a different color. Kalius’s symbol was white on a creamy ecru, Raina was bright gold on gold, Mind was bright blue on dark blue and Rusty was bright green on dark green. His power had combined with their essences. The ritual was complete.
He glanced back at Kalius and nodded. Kalius released Grim, and Grim thrummed with power. He got up with his athame and walked around the circle, taking its power within the athame and into himself. Then he thanked the quarters – no longer banishing them as he used to – and the room filled with a sweet smell of growing grass. Grim knelt and put his palms to the floor, and the energy flowed gently out of him, so he could ground himself.
“How was it?” Kalius asked, getting up from his kneeling position.
He looked at the items. No longer in the magic of the circle, they looked normal, without even a scratch.
“I think they’re cooked.”
Grim entered the circle barefoot and shirtless. Rusty had kindly marked it out on the floor for him. This was serious conjuring, and he no longer had his robes, so he had to work minimally. Normally, he would have worked skyclad, but he never knew who might come into this more public place.
Grim set the items down, and pulled out his silver athame. First, he called the quarters. Then he re-etched the circle in the floor, making it stronger. Grim could see the white glow of the circle, something he hadn’t seen before. He would make things stronger soon, by carving into the stone symbols of magic. Unfortunately, most of the symbols he knew were for dark magic, so he needed to look up more symbols for white magic.
Grim heard a sound and looked up to see Kalius at the door. “Hi,” he called.
“I’m here to help,” Kalius said.
“But I already cast the circle. You can’t come in.”
Kalius walked forward, and his foot touched the edge of the circle. Then he stepped over it. The circle only wavered, parted to let him in, then closed up behind him. Grim stared in amazement at him. Kalius only smiled. Grim started to smile. “Okay, let’s get to it.”
Grim turned to the items on the floor and knelt before them. Kalius knelt beside him. Grim picked up Kalius’ item first. He concentrated, pulling his energy up and directing it into the athame. He envisioned the power that he had, a pure white light, and envisioned it in the point of the athame. He drew a symbol on the item, a combination symbol of protection and power of his own creation, so it had his power in it, and no one else’s. Although the item would show nothing to the naked eye because the silver knife was not edged, to someone with magical sight they would see the symbol glowing white.
He held the item, and envisioned power in it. Then he felt Kalius put a hand on his shoulder. Grim felt him open himself up to him, to be able to use his own power of the gods. He didn’t need it right now, but by the end of the ritual, he might.
He placed the item down and turned to Mind’s. He did the same, etched the symbol on it, poured power in, and placed it down. He did the same to Rusty’s. He turned to Raina’s.
Raina’s was already glowing gold, showing its magic in the circle. Grim took some power from Kalius and got high for a minute. He reached for the item, and held it in his hands. I use white magic, he thought. It helps, not hurts. Do not break the spell on this, but help it. He drew the symbol, and it glowed white like the others, but was layered on top of the gold glow. Then, even as he watched, the white symbol began to glow a brighter gold. He smiled, set the item down.
Next, he raised his arms and hands over the items as if in benediction. He envisioned the Word they would use, and the short ritual they would perform, either with their will or in their actions. He knew Kalius, Mind, and Raina would be able to perform it by will, and he felt that Rusty could do it with his telekinesis. The protection part of the symbol would ensure that no dark magic would find its way in the spell.
He looked down at the items, and the symbol and item glowed, each a different color. Kalius’s symbol was white on a creamy ecru, Raina was bright gold on gold, Mind was bright blue on dark blue and Rusty was bright green on dark green. His power had combined with their essences. The ritual was complete.
He glanced back at Kalius and nodded. Kalius released Grim, and Grim thrummed with power. He got up with his athame and walked around the circle, taking its power within the athame and into himself. Then he thanked the quarters – no longer banishing them as he used to – and the room filled with a sweet smell of growing grass. Grim knelt and put his palms to the floor, and the energy flowed gently out of him, so he could ground himself.
“How was it?” Kalius asked, getting up from his kneeling position.
He looked at the items. No longer in the magic of the circle, they looked normal, without even a scratch.
“I think they’re cooked.”
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