Topic: A reawakening of Magik

Mysti

Date: 2013-05-20 19:32 EST
"Storm clouds descending, rolling thunder...show me your powers from the great down under!...Storm clouds descending, rolling thunder...show me your powers from the great down under!...Storm clouds descending, rolling thunder.." Her eyes closed and her mind affixed on what she assumed was her inner will, Mysti chanted in the hopes that maybe this time, something would happen. "Aunt Myssstii" Margo keeps hitting me!" Came a small voice from the garden. Apparently there was no way this day was going to turn out any better than the rest. For days now, Mysti had been chanting, hoping for some rain while trying to keep her two twin nieces corralled and busy while their father was busy trying to push back the brush in the forest in preparation of any forest fires. The dry parched earth crumbled between Mysti's toes as she walked behind the hut. There, sprawled on the ground lay Mellisande. Beside her, a very suspicious looking Margo, pretending to be preening her baby doll's hair, innocent as can be. "Girls, go down to the creek and see if you can fetch some water for us to make some lemonade." As the two girls bounded off, Mysti turned her eyes skyward, just hoping for a cloud...a vapor, a white tuft, anything to block the oppressive sun from beating down on them and quench the land of this infernal heat. It was almost as if the sun were an oven and she a chicken, just waiting to be finished cooking and gobbled up by the gods.

Mysti chuckled at the thought and began to turn away to gather the lemons for her impromptu lemonade activity. As she pondered activities for an afternoon dedicated to the art of distracting her nieces, she heard a pair of horse hooves behind her. "Witch! Your presence is required in the village. Gather your things as quickly as you can." The snide voice on the horse came from a man she had seen several times in the village. Vicar Danbly. He was a man that often times steered clear of Mysti, due to the fact that she was a "heathen". What could this man possibly want with her" As if hearing her thoughts, the Vicar's voice shattered her inner ramblings. "There has been a royal announcement. All citizens of the realm are to report to their village centers at sunset to hear a royal proclamation! Be on your best behavior witch, or you will be tested in the river come tomorrow" What in the seven kingdoms is this" Seeing her standing there and not making a move, the vicar shouted "Now woman! I have notified everyone else and they are already on their way. Best get yourself going if you intend to make it in time!" With that, he rode away, presumably to go pray for the lost souls of his parish. What would the royal family want to tell them all that had to be done in such a hurry" "Aunt Mysti, we have the water, do you have the lemons?" She would have to make haste to get the girls ready and to hitch up the old mule to make it in time. The lemonade would have to wait.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The village was a swirl of bright colors, loud voices and confusion as they arrived. As expected, everyone from the local area was in attendance, from the snooty rich down to the filthy poor. The girls were wide eyed with excitement, no longer thinking about lemonade, and completely awed at the amount of people that came from every walk of life. Mysti could understand their sentiments. It wasn't every day that a Lord's wife would gather in the same area as a peasant, not unless that peasant was in service to her. Was that even Lord Pettigrew and his wife..the two most uppity and rotund citizens of the vale" It is an interesting day indeed when farmer and lord alike are both within the town proper. Right on cue, a royal messenger stepped forward and the crowd hushed. Random whispers were heard with an even louder "Sssh' to quiet them. As the messenger began to speak, Mysti felt a flutter in her stomach. She strained in closer to verify that what she was hearing was indeed being said.

?"Yes, you are gathered here because there has been a prophesy by the royal seer. There is a force moving against the Realm and the key to our survival lies in some of you. Magik has been prophesied to be back in full force in the realm. The gods seem to have chosen this time to allow us to defend ourselves and to return to us that which was taken away from our forefathers. Each of you will be tested to see if you hold the spark. Anyone found to have said spark will be taken to the castle where you will commence your training." Could it be true" In all of her twenty years, she never thought the day would come. Not in this lifetime. Then it hit her...the spark. Did she possess the spark" When she was a child, it was said that during a tantrum, their hut had caught on fire. Her parents had seen the blue spark come off of her finger but she did not remember it all too well. They had abandoned her to her older brother, at which time he was just entering adulthood and planning to marry, his wife to subsequently die 2 years later and leave behind the two girls. She did not remember her parents or that evening all too well, but what she did remember was from that day forward, she was known as a witch. Her parents had moved, presumably to another realm, not wanting to live with the shame of having a witch for a child. Her entire life she had the guilt and shame to live with, but from that day forward, any magik she had tried to do had failed. She had only to assume that her parents were mistaken. Now...could it in fact have been true" Did she have the spark" She wanted to get her hopes up, but at the same time, was terrified at the thought of it being false. If she did not have the spark of magik, her parents had left her for nothing. Maybe they in fact just did not want her.

Mysti's thoughts continued to swirl in a jumble of fear, hope, excitement and repressed pain. Her moment of truth was upon her though as the village had parted into two lines and she was still standing where she was, right in the middle of the square. All eyes were on her as the high priestess began to walk towards her.

"This is utter blasphemy!" She heard the vicar shout. His eyes bulging from his head, spittle forming at his mouth as he shouted. "You will not practice your evil here, in my village!" The townsfolk watched as the vicar was surrounded by palace guards and not-so-politely escorted away. His shouts began to fade in the distance and Mysti's attention was brought back to the priestess. Her hair was long and silken as it flowed from under her hood, so different than the red hair that all of the villagers, including Mysti had. Her mysteriously dark eyes bored into Myst's blue eyes as without a sound. Without even a visible step, the priestess stood before her. Mysti's heart was racing out of her chest. She could hear every breath she took, feel the sweat drip down her back and in the valley of her breasts as her stomach did flip flops at the woman's closeness. Unable to blink, Mysti stood wide eyed as the priestess placed one hand across her her trembling heart. The priestess's angelic voice spoke in but a whisper as she said, "Open yourself to me". It was more a command than a request and Mysti's body responded seemingly of its own volition.

She felt her unease disappear and suddenly became aware of a part of her she had never known. It was as if she was standing in a room, but inside of herself. She could feel that it had walls, much like a container, and inside of that room was her, yet it was not anything physical. She could feel the priestess's presence just outside of the room as a door began to materialize and the woman entered. It was exhilarating. She could sense the woman's power, right there a ball of energy, radiating like a sun. With one movement, the priestess shattered the walls and Mysti began to feel something inside of her grow. It was as if someone had built a fire and she had stood in it without being burned. The power began to grow and grow, from a small globe until it was almost all consuming. Suddenly, it seemed to explode and Mysti was blinded. The priestess's presence was still there, unhurt, but the power began to settle into a ball, just as she sensed the other woman's was but no longer blocked out by the walls. As the inner glow immersed itself inside of her, filling her from head to toes, Mysti began to realize two things. First, that she had power. Second, that hers was several times larger than the Priestess's own. As the woman began to pull back out of Mysti's conscious, sights and smells around her began to rematerialize. She was able to make out sounds again and heard the loud mumering of the crowd. Did they know what had just happened" Mysti's cheeks flamed red in embarrassment. Still, she could not stop thinking over and over again "I have magik". "In this one lays a power greater than I have seen. She will be brought to the castle for training. Who is next?" This had to be a dream. Wake Mysti, wake! She commanded herself. Could this even be possible" Her...a lowly farmer's sister. An orphan...really a wielder of Magik" How could this be? Would she be moving to the castle" Would she be taught to use Magik" Suddenly like a blow to the stomach, she remembered the cause of all of this They spoke of a force coming. War! If that is the case and she had magik" Mysti fainted.

Her head was on a cloud"a gloriously soft cloud, full of air and smelling of sunshine. There, while on her celestial cotton, she heard the voice of a god: Handsome, glorious, muscular and ready to whisk her up on his steed and ride off with her into the sunset. Mysti began to grow warm at the thought when she remembered the other part of her dream...the magik. Suddenly her eyes opened and her vision came into focus. Sitting up abruptly, she held on to her forehead where a lump was forming. Why was her head hurting" Surely a dream can't make you hurt in real life. Could it" Taking in her bearings, expecting to see her bedroom, she felt her heart stop. There, in a circle, were the priestess, a few guards and the handsomest man she had ever seen, but much morebeautiful than a dream. He was the voice she had heard speaking. Chestnut brown hair, tan skin and eyes that were a mix between green and brown staring back at her from a face full of concern. It wasn't a dream. With a groan, Mysti lay back down onto the pillow that was stuck under her head. "I think she will be fine. She just needs some water. Someone get this poor child something to drink!" The Priestess ordered to her entourage.

While Mysti laid there, she could make out what some of the villagers were saying. Supposedly, two other villagers were found to possess magik, none were as powerful as her, however. Slowly climbing to her feet, Mysti remembered her nieces. "Margo.." Mellisande..?" She spun about in confusion. "Not to worry Sis, I have them." She heard her brother say. He approached her with one girl in each arm. His voice was shaky and his face pale. He seemed to not know whether to approach her or stay back. He was looking at her as if he didn't know who she was!

"Is Aunt Mysti a witch, Daddy?" Margo asked. "Umm.." Her brother looked around, unsure what to say. "No, she is not a witch Dear One." The Priestess said. "She is a priestess in training and most likely going to be a High Priestess. From now on, your Aunt will be known through the Kingdom and have a place of respect among the realm."

Known throughout the Kingdom' Her" And a High Priestess...wait, what? Seeing the look on her face, the Priestess told her in a low voice,

"Everything will be explained later. Just know that the person you were this morning is not the person you are from this moment forward. Hold your head up high, say goodbye to your loved ones and let us go to the castle so your training can begin." Mysti gave her nieces and her brother a kiss goodbye and climbed in the waiting carriage. Her old life was over and a new one was beginning yet it was happening so quickly that she didn't know what to think of it. A High Priestess..it was almost too good to even dream. Her first lesson, she hoped, was how to make it rain.