19th of Spring, 514 AV
She was in the mood for magic, having gone many days without much excitement. However, her mind was constantly being filled with thoughts of depression, longing and utter lonliness. She had Ipisol, and that was obvious, yet she still felt alone and wavering on the verge of tears everytime she thought about love or saw families crowding the streets no matter how rare it was in such a city.
“Things are hurting me again,” she whispered to herself as she continued to walk the path she could not see. It was there somewhere, underneath the misery that couldn’t help but pose as a threat to her sense of sanity.
There was a path there, a dirt one, some small rocks attempting to bind together in terms of creating a road. She didn’t know where she was going at that moment. She was simply walking to walk. Excerise wasn’t excerise to her if all you were doing was absentmindedly wandering through a town of broken and shattered lives.
She trampled over remains, latent, yet still occurring every day. She looked up and peered through her crimson bangs, watching the sky as clouds overhead started to come crashing together. It was sure to rain, yet she did not hurry for cover. She had time and with a new idea fresh in her mind, she was soon to find herself busy.
She hadn’t practiced her magic in some time. She didn’t understand as to why that was, seeing how she was bored out of her mind, but she just hadn’t.
What if I found a safe place and practiced? she asked herself, all previous thoughts no longer subsisting like they constantly were inside her mind.
She took a step off the dirt path, removing her feet from the crumbling pieces of dreams she had been traipsing over. She turned on her heel and started to run, as quick as she could and until her lungs felt like they were going to burst. She looked to the right and to the left, quickly becoming lost before regaining her bearings.
This way.
She emerged from the city, but did not continued running. She frantically kept at the quick gait she had been maintaining, running through freshly grown grass and over the various small hills that marred a flat land.
Finally she came to a halt, met by thousands of trees, their bark ripe and ready for the continuation of spring. She smiled, brushing her red locks behind her ears before pushing through the new leaves that had begun sprouting everywhere.
She sought out a good place, not too far from civilization, yet far enough as to not get caught. She then proceeded to clear her mind, resolving any unanswered issues and other hectic thoughts that seemed to constantly be meddling around inside her mind. Once she had brought herself into a semi-relaxed state, she held out her hand and whispered a few things to herself.
“Let there be air,
Let it be fair,
For the world is in debt
To your never ending care
We fathom to breathe
For the lives we wreathe
Give me your power
So I need not scour”
The words that left her mouth were pristine and meaningful, sending a smile to erupt onto her lips. She then clasped her hands together, as she started to feel the Djed well up inside her body, flowing through her arteries until she forced it to drop down to her hands. She then started to unfold them, releasing their hold on one another as a small ball of liquid grey res formed in between. It continued to grow as she spread out her hands.
She watched it intensify before looking around her for inspiration. Once her eyes landed on nothing in particular she lowered her mouth to the sphere and blew out a gust of air. The ball was now swirling, like wind crashing through a city in the middle of the night.
She observed it, watching it spin all whilst attaining its control in her grasp. She closed her eyes for a second, inhaling deeply before opening them to witness a creation. Her creation.
She was in the mood for magic, having gone many days without much excitement. However, her mind was constantly being filled with thoughts of depression, longing and utter lonliness. She had Ipisol, and that was obvious, yet she still felt alone and wavering on the verge of tears everytime she thought about love or saw families crowding the streets no matter how rare it was in such a city.
“Things are hurting me again,” she whispered to herself as she continued to walk the path she could not see. It was there somewhere, underneath the misery that couldn’t help but pose as a threat to her sense of sanity.
There was a path there, a dirt one, some small rocks attempting to bind together in terms of creating a road. She didn’t know where she was going at that moment. She was simply walking to walk. Excerise wasn’t excerise to her if all you were doing was absentmindedly wandering through a town of broken and shattered lives.
She trampled over remains, latent, yet still occurring every day. She looked up and peered through her crimson bangs, watching the sky as clouds overhead started to come crashing together. It was sure to rain, yet she did not hurry for cover. She had time and with a new idea fresh in her mind, she was soon to find herself busy.
She hadn’t practiced her magic in some time. She didn’t understand as to why that was, seeing how she was bored out of her mind, but she just hadn’t.
What if I found a safe place and practiced? she asked herself, all previous thoughts no longer subsisting like they constantly were inside her mind.
She took a step off the dirt path, removing her feet from the crumbling pieces of dreams she had been traipsing over. She turned on her heel and started to run, as quick as she could and until her lungs felt like they were going to burst. She looked to the right and to the left, quickly becoming lost before regaining her bearings.
This way.
She emerged from the city, but did not continued running. She frantically kept at the quick gait she had been maintaining, running through freshly grown grass and over the various small hills that marred a flat land.
Finally she came to a halt, met by thousands of trees, their bark ripe and ready for the continuation of spring. She smiled, brushing her red locks behind her ears before pushing through the new leaves that had begun sprouting everywhere.
She sought out a good place, not too far from civilization, yet far enough as to not get caught. She then proceeded to clear her mind, resolving any unanswered issues and other hectic thoughts that seemed to constantly be meddling around inside her mind. Once she had brought herself into a semi-relaxed state, she held out her hand and whispered a few things to herself.
“Let there be air,
Let it be fair,
For the world is in debt
To your never ending care
We fathom to breathe
For the lives we wreathe
Give me your power
So I need not scour”
The words that left her mouth were pristine and meaningful, sending a smile to erupt onto her lips. She then clasped her hands together, as she started to feel the Djed well up inside her body, flowing through her arteries until she forced it to drop down to her hands. She then started to unfold them, releasing their hold on one another as a small ball of liquid grey res formed in between. It continued to grow as she spread out her hands.
She watched it intensify before looking around her for inspiration. Once her eyes landed on nothing in particular she lowered her mouth to the sphere and blew out a gust of air. The ball was now swirling, like wind crashing through a city in the middle of the night.
She observed it, watching it spin all whilst attaining its control in her grasp. She closed her eyes for a second, inhaling deeply before opening them to witness a creation. Her creation.
