Spells and People

[saerwen]

Jaedon giggled inwardly. She was excited about this. She also thought that it was so funny how Miriel followed her. They had walked out to the Lake and were now searching for somewhere that would be a little more concealed than others. Finally they found it.

Jaedon opened the book and waited for Miriel to join her. She hoped that she would have the skills to do this right...

[»Míríel«]

Miriel came to a stop beside her friend. Her breath was coming in short gasps from running so hard to catch up to her friend. The black hair enshrouded her face, hiding it from view. after a moment of regaining her breath Miriel looked around her. The chirpings of birds and insects filled the air with their music. Yet Miriel felt covered from even the creatures view. This was a well picked place. There was a sense of seclusion, yet not one that completely suffocated you. "Nice place Jaedon."
Her gaze drifted toward the spel book as a sigh came from her lips. "So where do we start and what will this take." Her fingers began entwining themselves in her hair, it was a nervous habit of Miriels. Something that kept her mind off of what she was about to do. Her head turned toward the lake, such water. She hated water, the cold grip of it as your submersed yourself in it. Her eyes ripped off of that smooth surface. She liked the burning sensation of fire as it reached for your flesh. It warmed her soul and her spirit, many may have felt the opposite, but she was the mistress of fire, one that could control it with her little finger. Fire liked to disobey others, but to her, it was her slave. If only she could play with it once more, out of this weak pitiful form that she was in. "Humans" She thought, " What weaklings."

[saerwen]

The lake was breath taking, and Jaedon had the strong desire to go and jump into its cool and refreshing depths. However, she knew that she would be the only one to enjoy the water and the joys that it had to offer. Miriel hated water, but what else could be expected of a phoenix. Jaedon was hardly listening to her friend as she spoke of the scenery and then the spell. Something was distracting Jaedon, she could have sworn that she had seen something in the bushes that were closest to them. "Probably a rabbit or something stupid like that." Jaedon muttered very quietly as she drew her attention back towards her friend.
"I have been reading about this stupid spell for months, and I finally found the rest of the formula stuck inside of Hamlet. The page had been torn out of the book, never thought I would find it, so I decided to read Shakespeare for some mental relief and I find the page stashed away right in the cover. Bloody ridiculous if you ask me." Jaedon was babbling to herself. She did this when she was pre-occupied and trying to think. Nobody knew that she would actually talk this much, other than Miriel and a few others. Jaedon released a long sigh and then decided to say something of worth.
"Alright, this is requires one person to cast the spell and the other to feed that person power. Seeing as how you are much better at playing with magic, fire, and everything else that this spell involves, I'll just stand back and feed you my power. The major part will happen when our powers combine, and the end, just make sure that you follow the spell that is written in the books. The hard part is going to be making our powers fuse. So... you ready?" She looked to her friend to see what she could find on her face.

[»Míríel«]

"So....are you ready?"

Miriel glanced at her friend, was she ready? Her emerald eyes shifted to a deeper shade, almost a black, her mouth drew itself to a pursed line. No answer came from her. Every noise seemed amplified as she pulled herself into her mind. The thoughts welcomed her, enveloping her senses into what seemed to be one snug black box.

Spells, magic, they were such a powerful things, things that could kill you, or things that could let you soar. So many had fell under its spell, devoting all their time and energy to it, trying to be free, but instead had found themselves in chains. It had possessed many others with an unquenchable hunger for more.

Miriel's hand drifted up to her temple as her feet carried her meandering off toward a nearby tree. Her slender hand rested upon that worn and gnarled surface, soaking up the strength that the tree held. Was she ready for this, what if something went wrong, what if they were caught? Her hand now shaded her eyes, covering them like a veil. She had seen this hunger before in someone and she didn't like how her friend seemed to be following down the same path. Miriel glanced at Jaedon's face before gazing over the lake once more. "When have you become a wimp, you are over thinking this. You, Miriel taking precautions, not very like your fiery nature. Though, perhaps this lake is cooling you down a bit." Dropping her hand Miriel turned to her friend, "May I see the spell?"

[saerwen]

Jaedon knew that her friend was scared of what might happen when the spell was unleashed. In truth, she had been worried about it too, but she had decided that it would be worth it. Jaedon gave Miriel time to think, understanding that sometimes too much pressure and suggestion could completely turn someone away. As she tried to be patient she stared up into the aimless sky. It was strange to think about the sky as being nothing more than jumbled atmosphere. It seemed like an ocean in the air. The stars were the fish. She was reminded of a poem that she had loved to read when she was little. "How did it go?" she asked herself quietly.
Winkyn, Blinkyn, and Nod,
one night sailed off in a wooden shoe,
sailed into a sea of crystal light,
into a sea of dew.
Yes, that was the one. Such a wonderful poem. Jaedon jerked back to reality as she heard her friend as for something. "The spell? Sure. You are gonna need it more than me if you decide to go along with my crazy stunt..." Jaedon handed her the book and turned away to continue staring at the stars. If and when Miriel was ready she would tell Jaedon, so Jaedon decided that she would leave her friend to ponder silently.

[»Míríel«]

"Thanks.." Miriel grasped the hefty book and looked down at it's contents. The spell was advanced, but not something she couldn't handle without to much difficulty. Tracing each letter with her finger her eyes narrowed, scanning every segment of the spell. Then she paused over one part of the spell. The words seemed to blaze before her eyes as a yearning burned in her chest. Fire.
Miriel glanced sharply at her friend, marveling at Jaedon's abilities to manipulate her once again. "You're terrible you know that?" A sigh drifted from her as she turned her attention once more to that pasty page. Her mouth formed the words silently as a slight smile graced her lips. The words flowed and spun an elegantly crafted spell, her tongue longed to have the taste these words and her mouth lusted to form them. The hook was buried in her heart, she knew that she was going to do it.
"I'll do it." Her eyes flashed to her friends. "I'll do it for you, you little imp." She laughed quietly as her eyes scanned over the spell once more.

[saerwen]

Still scanning the sky and all that it held, Jaedon wondered how much she should push her friend. She had already intrigued Miriel in the library by hinting that the spell had something to do with fire, and now as her friend traced over the spell Jaedon made sure to stress the fire part in Miriels mind. However, Jaedon did fear that Miriels longing for the fire would cause her to lose her skin for a good long while. Jaedon knew that her own skin would want to fall away as it always did when she played with spells. If Miriel did lose her skin, then Jaedon would have to make sure that nobody came and saw her. Jaedon hated being on guard duty because all too often, the guarding required that someone else get hurt. Jaedon pushed these unhappy thoughts from her head as quickly as she could.
Jaedon then grinned her crooked little grin as she heard in Miriels voice the longing for fire. "You're terrible you know that?" Jaedon was filled with glee as her handiwork made an impression. She was terrible, it was true, but she was also caring when it came to her real friends. If Miriel said no, then she wouldn't take it any further, as painful as that would be for Jaedon. She clung to the hope that her friend would find fire a little too appealing to pass up.
"I'll do it." Those words came like a balm to all of Jaedons mixed desires, worries, and thoughts. "I'll do it for you, you little imp." Jaedon chuckled at the phrase.
"You know, you are the only one that can call me that without finding yourself in trouble." Jaedon said with quiet mischief in her voice. Miriel had called her lots of names over the years of their friendship, but imp was probably the most fitting of them all. "When ever you feel so called to start, my dear." Jaedon sat down on the grass.

[»Míríel«]

"You know, you are the only one that can call me that without finding yourself in trouble."
A smile showed itself on Miriel’s face at her friend before it relaxed back into a line. The spell, it was time to start. Miriel waited until Jaedon had settled down before her attention settled back down on the spell. She paused for a moment, that one moment seemed to stretch on for minutes for her as she glanced over the beginning of the spell once more. Those black lashes closed like a veil over the emerald jewels beneath as her whole face relaxed and looked like carved ivory. So smooth and polished and infinitely serene, that smooth surface hide the power that was swelling beneath. It silently grew to a point that Miriel felt like she was alive with electricity, everything about her burned with a tingling sensation. It had been to long since that had happened.
Her eyes cracked open, shining brightly like stars. “I hope you’re ready.”. Her voice had a strange quality, it had lowered to a smooth hypnotizing frequency with a quiet, yet clear quality. She didn’t wait for Jaedon to answer. Taking a deep breath through her nose as her eyes dropped to the spell.

“
Cuiva Olórin
Nárendur
Tira nottolya
Tulta tuolya
An mauya mahtie
Ter oiomornie
Ter ondicilyar.
Mettanna.
Nurunna!
Naur vi eryn,
lanc i dalaf.
Mathach vi geven?
Nostach vi 'wilith?
Máb Lhach i Canad nagor,
Bád gurth vi ngalad firiel.
Dorthach vi mar han?
Dagrathach go hain?

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Every word was formed to perfection, as her voice grew to a steady and rhythmic beat. There was something catching about the spell, it drew you closer, even though your mind was screaming against it. Miriel’s voice seemed to carry on the air like a whispering wind, filling the little area with a beautiful song. Yet towards the end Miriel’s voice had started to quiver a bit, power was being drained from her with every word she spoke. Already a lightheaded feeling descended upon her and she was only half through the spell. She would have to start using the energy and power from Jaedon now. She hoped Jaedon was ready to give it up.

[saerwen]

Thrill and excitement filled Jaedon as she listened to her friend begin the spell. Jaedon knew that this would take the most perfect timing she could ever give. She listened to the beat of the spells enchanting words as she tried to remember where she needed to start giving her power. The spell would take so much power to actually perform that if she didn't do it just right then both she and Miriel would run out of power and the spell would fail, costing them a lot of energy that would take a while to recover. She was not willing to do that quite yet.
As Jaedon continued to listen she heard faint rustling of leaves in the background, but she couldn't pay attention to that now. If she diverted her attention for too long Miriel might fail with the spell, and then everything would go down in flames...literally. The rustling was causing some distress though... if that was a human or a teacher, or even just a student that had the nerve to blab she and Miriel could be in trouble. Timing the spell again Jaedon calculated that she had only a few moments, so she quietly disappeared and returned as soon as she could. She concluded that it was a squirrel.
As soon as she came back she heard the tired voice beginning to have trouble forming the words. She sat on the ground as quickly as she could, and as she heard the last syllable of "hain?" she slowly began to feed Miriel her power. It was kind of like feeding a baby, tiny sip by tiny sip. She would have too feed the power by the gulp as the spell went on, but she would mind that later, just like she would mind where she told Miriel to aim the spell. It had to have a specific target... Maybe that annoying little squirrel would work... Jaedon had always liked BBQed food better than raw. Probably the human stuff getting to her taste buds.
"Idiot, stop thinking about food, focus on the spell." Jaedon scolded herself silently.

[»Míríel«]

A warmth flowed through Miriel as she felt Jaedon slowly start feeding her energy. If she had time to think about it she probably would have smiled and laughed at Jaedon saying, "It's about time you goose." But there was no time and her mind was filled with this spell. For some reason Miriel felt a closeness to this spell. No longer did she look at the words nor did she read those lines. If you had looked at her hey bright eyes would have been closed, her face still the serene surface as before. It was as if the words were written on her heart, so she gave in and listened. As her mouth formed the words in an ancient tongue, her mind echoed back the translation to her. It was hauntingly beautiful, yet something she couldn't repeat. For this spell seemed to go within her search her out and reveal her to herself in the most remarkable way. It was as if it knew who and what she was and honored her for it. Because she was a creature of fire, she bonded to the spell like nothing else. All boundaries went down around her soul like never before.
Her eyes opened and looked ahead. Those green depths seemed alive with a strange light. In fact her whole body seemed alight, yet in the strangest way, it didn't glow, but merely separated itself from darkness. A target was now wanted. This was a part Jaedon was needed, for this spell was in full effect now and Miriel could no longer see clearly. It was as if the spell was living inside of her, taking over her every action. The wind started to swirl slightly around them, moving Miriel's long black tresses about her in the most enchanting way. It gave her a wildly beautiful look. Her mouth stopped the spell, for the last word had been uttered. "A target." The words were to the point and exact, not even a question, just merely a statement.

[saerwen]

Jaedon was ready. The spell was going fast; Miriel did her work well. The power that Jaedon supplied Miriel caused Jaedon to sink further to the ground. It was like feeling your life being sucked from your soul, and Jaedon had and endless wellspring of supplies. She knew it would take everything to give it all to Miriel though. As the spell came to a close she felt the weakness and how it was affecting her.
When she realized that the spell was ready to be cast, she scattered to find a target, almost losing her connection to Miriel. As she struggled for control over her feelings she tried to find something to hit. In the faint part of her mind, she heard rustling leaves in the background. "AH HA! The squirrel, go for the squirrel." Sending the mental message to her friend, Jaedon went back to her job of feeding, relaxing because the hardest part was over. No more splitting her concentration. The success of this spell was certain.

[»Míríel«]

The babbling message that was sent through their mental signal almost caused Miriel to break away, there was so much Jaedon in that message, but Miriel was already to far gone for that to happen. When the target was announced everything went still. Miriel's eyes closed once more, head bowed. It was the calm before the storm.
Her hand gently lifted from the book and glided into position, pointing toward where the squirrel was. Her head rose back to it's original position, yet the eyes remained closed. A deep intake of breath filled her form. It was ready. Her eyes shot opened, no longer deep depths of green were seen, only fiery pits of red and yellow. As soon as they eyes opened her arm seemed to be composed of fire. For those flames of fury flew from her in the shape of a bird, the phoenix. It hurtled toward the target, mouth opened in a silent screech, wings outstretched in anger.

[saerwen]

Jaedon exhaled deeply as she felt the strain and pressure leave her tired body. She tried hard not to fall backwards as dizziness and fatigue came like a wave to crash over her already sore and tired body. She watched as the glorious, fiery phoenix flew away and towards the place that she had pinpointed the squirrel. As she watched the spell continue on its path she thought that she heard something. It sounded like someone was really scrambling through the woods in haste. For a moment Jaedon feared that someone might have seen them, but she comforted herself in the fact that they could surely persuade this person to stay silent after showing them the display of their might through the hollow marks in the trees. As she continued to listen though, she became sure that it was a human, and that they were running in haste, towards them. Jaedon let a slight fear cross her tired mind for a few seconds. What if that squirrel was not a squirrel at all? What if it was another sentient being?
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All was quiet in the forest. The grass was soft, the tree was comforting, the wind was blowing, the sky had been blue. A young man laid in the most relaxed manner under the shade of many trees near the lake. He looked so comfortable and serene that it would have made one jealous to see him in such a happy state. Blue eyes were closed and the breath that came from his body was deep and filled with the signs of rest. As he slept in the shade, time seemed to be forgotten and synthetic comfort was thrown to the wind. There was no place that he would rather have been.
It seemed only a few moments after he had gone to sleep that he awoke with a start. Everything around him was dark, the wind was the only thing that seemed to be making any noise, but that was only to the untrained eye. He could hear the sound of magical current, he could feel the air thicken as magic went soaring towards him, he could taste the fire. He decided that he needed to be ready and so jumped from his position to find and face his opponent-to-be. They must be very powerful to cause such a disturbance. As he started to walk he could feel the heat from the fire racing towards him. Fear gripped his heart. Of all the things that he hated, he hated fire the absolute most. It was the one fear that rested deep in his heart.
He caem out from behind the fronds of leaves that had been shielding him and he saw the burning flame shooting towards him with terrible speed. All he had time to do was raise a thick shield of strong ice to block the attack, but even as he began his makeshift refuge he knew that it would not help for long, and running would do no good. This spell was designed for the sole purpose of hitting its target, only then would the scorching, unholy flames die away. Whoever cast this spell would pay for their deeds. He clenched his teeth as the fire hit the defense he fought to uphold. He needed time to think, or help, neither of which he had.

[»Míríel«]

The fire that had filled Miriel's eyes down faded away to the normal serene green color. Yet those eyes which were usually so bright had a haziness, almost as if a thick veil was placed over them. The face that had once been burning with the fire from withing was now drained and pale. The book that had been balanced perfectly on one hand now leaned heavily to one side before falling off its perch and tumbling downward. Those powerful, worn pages fluttered shut with a rustle before it hit the ground with a thud. There it lay, as if it had been placed, closed with cover face up.

To many that thud would have been barely audible, but to Miriel, it sounded like someone had let off a cannon right by her ear. It shook her world and the echo seemed to vibrate through her body until it settled down to a high pitched ring. It was as if her soul was being ripped out. The world seemed to tilt and swim before her as her graceful form fell backward. Darkness, utter complete darkness ripped her away from the present and wrestled her into it's smothering embrace. Fear leaped into her heart, she hated darkness, it was so cold so unforgiving. Yet there was no way to refuse this type of darkness. SO she was forced to surrender and so she fainted.

[Neron]

The stars above seemed to flicker and shine like little jewels in the sky, wishing all below hello. It was a peaceful night for a stroll, so this unassuming guy had. Neron strode nonchalantly by the lake. Every breath he took was a pleasure for him. This was his favorite time of year, so clear and beautiful. It was strange to be in a place with such peace, yet it was overwhelmingly refreshing. Yes, there was no place like this academy, perhaps he could finally relax. But at that moment when Neron had approached the most secluded part of the lake he felt the presence of fire, it's heat called to him, but this wasn't any type of fire, it was magical. Something wasn't right.
Picking up his pace he soon came to the spot to see a girl sitting quietly on the ground, a guy get enveloped in flames and a girl falling down in a faint. There was no time to think, only to act. Going toward the girl he managed to catch her pale form in time. "Nitieyrsu" The words flew off his lips in a coaxing, soothing manner, "Maio itury nai Filini" The flame flashed at first in anger, before the soothing words took effect. Slowly the flames disappeared altogether.

To the people in the circle it may have seemed as though he had evolved from the darkness, for his dark apearance made him almost look like a shadow. With a sigh His green eyes settled on the face of the girl in his arm. A startled expression burst over his face, "Miriel?!" This surprise almost made him drop the poor girl. His eyes flicked to the other girl, "Did she cast that, are you responsible for this? What is going on?! Miriel?" His gaze turned down to the unresponsive Miriel, " What did you do?!" His eyes glared at Miriel angrily, waiting for a response. But then a sigh came from him as a startling relization came over him. "I suppose she can't hear me.." Lowering her to the ground he stood up and glared at JAedon, "What is going on here?"