| The Spell Is Cast |
[24 Nov 2004|07:42pm] |
A shadow passed in front of the ring of black candles. Three of the pillar candles were missing from the circle, but that was quickly amended as a robed figure passed through the open space and a long nailed hand placed each candle in its proper spot.
Reaching to the sky, she waved an incense stick in the air, bringing it in a circle around her head and watching as the smoke surrounded her and alighted atop each candle in the circle.
Smoke, smoke, clear this space
By the powers of Air, I cleanse this place.
Returning the incense stick to the holder, she picked up a black candle and held it by the silver plate it rested on. Traveling around the circle, she intoned in a strong voice.
Light, light, illuminate this space.
By the powers of Fire, I cleanse this place.
The witch put the candle back on its place on the flat surface of the boulder, where the incense sat on the east side. Bending down, she gathered water from the lake. She lifted up the small bowl of water and dipped her fingers into it. She brought her arm parallel to the ground and spun clockwise, sprinkling water in a circle.
Water, water, wash this space.
By the powers of Water, I cleanse this place.
Once she stopped turning, she shook the excess water off back into the bowl and dried it with the small towel lying next to the bowl. Bending down again, she scooped earth from beside the lake and placed it in a small bowl. Pinching some in her fingers, she threw it into the air above her head and watched as it fell on the circle, dusting some candle tops with small particles.
Dirt, dirt, coat this space.
By the powers of Earth, I cleanse this place.
Placing the bowl back down, she checked her mental checklist. Sacred space, check.
Lifting her hands into the air, she watched as the energy around her flooded her hands and formed a ball between the two palms. Taking that ball of energy, she focused it above her hands and pulled them to her chest. Closing her eyes, she felt the energy explode and shroud her working space, both above and below.
The circle is cast, and we are between the worlds, beyond the bounds of time, where night and day, birth and death, joy and sorrow, meet as one.
Picking up the maps of Searchlight and Vegas with drops of blood on specific addresses, she pricked her finger and drew the name Eris in blood atop both maps.
I align myself with Eris, Goddess of strife and discord.
In this night and in this hour I call upon the ancient power of Chaos.
I come this night to reawaken old ties and sever the new.
With Your power, I will harvest the power of the mines for Your greater good.
I call on your power this night to reanimate the long deceased.
The witch closed her eyes, visualizing each victim as they were at that moment. Images of the Slayers and the Watchers, the good and the bad flashed through her mind, a drop of blood on the map for every person targeted. She thrust the maps into the fire to activate the spell and a rush of energy flowed through her. She felt the power of the Goddess course through her and as the circle of images made its second rotation through her brain, their chosen “distraction” reawaked in their designated places, the runes for rebirth and chaos burned into their skins. The power made her dizzy and she raised her arms and the candles flickered more rapidly as the energy increased. When her arms reached their full extension, the candles went out and the witch fell backwards. She lay sprawled, exhausted but jubilant. She let out a laugh and whispered into the wind.
So mote it be.
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