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Matthew's bike weaved through the dark, smaller roads in Las Vegas. His shift at the bar had finished but his other work now called to him. He had spent considerable time with his mother, helping her sort through her memories. And during this time, he had been able to take a closer look at the runes on her shoulder and he had dropped in on the bookstore to gather as many books as he could find on runes. During many hours of reading, he had found their meanings and what he had found out didn't sit very well with Matthew. He had known that black magic was behind this but the runes meanings just confirmed that fact.
The one at the top meant birth and the one below it meant chaos/disorder so it would seem to reverse the effects of the spell. Matthew needed another spell that would cancel out both runes. He wished he didn't have to, that he could take the time he needed to make peace with his mother but black magic was never good magic and there had to be a point to bringing dead loved ones back from the grave. He had called a few people, touched base with some of his connections and he had been given a name. A name of a street where someone could help him.
He glanced to the piece of paper in his hand and simply stopped his bike in the front of what seemed to be a very small run down building. Matthew's head tipped upwards to run his eyes over the building. This place suited the person he needed to see. His hands caught the side of his helmet and very slowly, he pulled it off and rubbed a hand through his hair. He stepped off his bike and hung the helmet off one of the handlebars. The chain went around his wheel and he inhaled slowly before he knocked on what remained of the door.
" Come in." A deep voice said as the knock echoed through the walls.
Matthew pushed the door open and stepped into the room. His eyes noticed the stains on the floor, the holes in the walls and the way the wallpaper appeared to be yellowing and peeling from each wall it was placed onto. A sound of bracelets shifting against one another caught his attention. Matthew turned his head and his blue eyes picked up on the dark red aura around the person before he saw the man himself." You must be Matthew Stone." He spoke with a gravelly voice and Matthew could tell that it had been caused by too much smoking. The ashtrays that littered the floor gave that much away.
" That's me." Matthew answered with a nod of his head. His eyes continued to search the other man's aura. Noting the way the red gave way to black and yellow in some places.
The man simply chuckled at Matthew's close observation." You see more than they know, don't you boy?" He rose from the floor and ran a hand over his tattered black shirt.
Matthew smirked lightly." Yeah, you could say that." He crossed his arms over his chest and tipped his head to one side." I was told that I needed to see you."
The man's hand turned slowly so the palm was facing the ceiling. A glow of orange overcame his hand and soon lit up the entire room." What you be needing from me?" As he turned his hand, the orange glow spread out across the room and soon illuminated every shadow so there was no longer darkness. Simply the light created from something natural and yet not.
" Do you know anything about runes and their meanings?" Matthew asked rather directly. A hand pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. The same one that held the drawings of the runes." I know that these mean birth, chaos and disorder. They've been used to bring people back from the dead."
The man took the piece of paper and lifted a dark eyebrow to Matthew's word." It would seem someone enjoys playing with things that aren't theirs to play with. The line between life and death is a very fragile one. Not to be taken lightly or played with." He scowled faintly. Obvious disdain was on his face for the person who had cast this spell." Powerful magic, dark magic." He continued to mutter before his finger traced the runes and his eyes slid shut. The runes appeared to be transferred from paper to his skin, they ran up the length of his finger before moving up his arm and finally they sunk into the hair on his head.
Matthew swallowed hard as he watched this take place. He had seen other wondrous things but they never ceased to amaze or scare him." I need to stop this. I need to send people back to the grave. They are not meant to be here...no matter how much we all wish or want it." He spoke with a resolve that surprised even him.
" Hmm yes, yes." The man nodded his head before his eyes opened slowly." You need to cancel the magic that has been cast. You need to burn those runes from your loved ones or they will not leave."
" Burn?" Matthew asked. He didn't like the idea of taking anything hot to his mother's skin but if that was what it required then he would do it.
The man laughed and shook his head." Do you always take everything so literally, Mister Stone?" Before he gave Matthew a chance to answer. He had moved to a small cupboard. His hand pulled open one door and that same hand wrapped around a pouch. This pouch he tossed towards Matthew." These are the runes you will need to cancel..." He trailed off and tapped the side of his head."....These ones out."
Matthew pulled open the pouch and emptied the runes out into his hand. The information from the books flooded over him and he took in each rune. The first he touched was the rune called Eihwaz which was known to bring things to an end, be it a problem or a situation. It also changed things quickly and would ultimately cause the end of a relationship. The next rune he saw was the rune called Ehwaz which was so similar to the first and yet very different. It meant change, a transformation but could also mean a transition, a journey. The journey that those who were not meant to be here would have to take for the very last time. The third rune he held was the rune called Tiwaz and this rune signified self sacrifice, rationality, truth and finally victory. The very last rune Matthew held in his hand was the rune called Raidho and this meant action, power and control. If used correctly, the rune would give the spell caster a chance to take control of the situation which for the moment was out of his or her hands.
" Cast them into the fire, bless them with your own blood and speak the words Mister Stone. And then those you hold dear will be returned to the place they came from. The place that they were destined for." The man's words were wise. Learnt from many years of experience and many years of working within the realm of magic." You must speak the words from your heart. They must be your own words or the spell will remain." A smile slid across the older man's face." I can only do so much. I have given you the means to an end; it is now up to you."
Matthew raised his head to ask a question but the man was gone. The room was dark once more and Matthew was left holding the pouch which mysteriously held the runes inside of it once more. Matthew exhaled a breath and let out a short laugh." And here I thought I had seen everything." Matthew tucked the pouch away into his jacket pocket. The man's words circled around his head and he knew what he had to do. He had to write a spell with his own words and that spell would be used to free the ones who were not meant to be.
He knew that he would need supplies and he would need peace and quiet to write a spell that had any power and could be used to combat the one that had already been cast. He would also need people's energy and people's strength. Once the spell was written, he would call the others and he would ask for their aid. He didn't expect all to help, he knew that some would not let go willingly. That time in the kitchen with Azure had convinced him of that but he knew what needed to be done.
Matthew left the building but he paused at his bike to glance over his shoulder one last time." Thank you." He muttered. His bike helmet went over his head and Matthew straddled his bike before revving the engine. After a moment, Matthew accelerated away from the building. The sound of his bike echoed around him as he drove away from the street he had been directed to. He had to get back to Searchlight as soon as possible.
But little did he know but the man watched from a window, a nod was given and words were spoken." Best of luck to you, Mister Stone."
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