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Authors: P. K. Brent
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stood once more in her elder hag form.
"My powers are imparted unto the magus who invokes me. So you gain powers from whatever elemental form suits the mission at hand. Each magus has slight variation as the magic attunes to them. These are merely the outer changes. There also are inner changes. East brings both gnosis and power of the wind and breath. West enables one to dare travel through and learn from the innermost and hidden psyche, swimming those deep inner rivers and streams. South comes with a firmness of will, strengthened like a sword in fire. With north comes silence and knowledge of truth and justice, and power to invoke law. If you are outmatched I may or may not let this big oaf next to me join the fray on your behalf. Depends on my mood and your cause."
The hag then approached Blue, put her hands on Blue's shoulders and turned her around. Blue felt the hag's breath blowing on her neck and a chill ran down her spine. Then the hag grabbed blue's hand and it burned badly. Blue could not pull it loose. The warrior stood in front, raised his sword and inscribed a Celtic cross, a cross with a circle around it.
"We have claimed you for the McChesney Clan," said the hag. You now have the power to summon us as needed. Just squeeze the mark on your left hand and invoke us. Be sure you have good reason for I will not be pleased if you try to use us foolishly."
As suddenly as they had arrived, the hag and warrior were gone in a puff of grey smoke. Blue let out a sigh of relief. On top of her left hand now was burned a celtic cross, a crucifix with a circle around it. It no longer burned.
"Are they gone," LeRoy entered the room, jumping nervously from one foot to the other.
"Yes, they are gone, you big chicken."
"Better a live chicken than a roasted one," replied LeRoy. "Since you are alive, they must have initiated you."
"Yes, I am now initiated into the Temple of the Oak, though I don't understand anything it, and I'm seriously ticked off at Cormac for keeping so many secrets."
Blue took up the amulet, an old locket from her jewelry box.
"Please show me the tracking spell," LeRoy. The old crow fluttered up to the shelves and pulled down a book, then with a muttered incantation it opened to the correct page. Blue quickly performed the tracking spell using the cloth marked with dragon blood, the one she'd stuffed into her jeans earlier, as an object linked to the dragon. Suspending the amulet over a map of Lockport and Niagara, she swung it back and forth gently. Each time, no matter where she held it above the map, the locket pointed toward the old Birdsill Holly factory near the Lockport Cave and old Erie Canal. Her suspicions were confirmed. An infestation of water dragons was living at the old Birdsill Holly plant. The dragons were back again.
There was no time to ponder this. Blue hurriedly got ready for the concert. She barely had time to shower and dress.
Chapter 7
The concert opened with the Niagara All-County Choir weaving a tapestry of notes and images singing "The Winter Snow" a beautiful mix of music by Audrey Snyder and words by Emily Dickinson. The audience sat enthralled and contemplative during the song sung by the high school girls. The All-County Choir was made up of the best high school singers from all across the county. Blue would have enjoyed the moment had her eye not caught movement on the ceiling. Perched on an acoustic tile, peering over the edge, was another little dragon, this second one an azure blue. Blue felt in her pocket. "Dam! I brought the tracking amulet with me and they must have been able to track me in reverse!," Blue thought to herself. Dragons were known for being highly psychic and they also had some magickal powers. The dragon with a hurt wing, Took, could have psychically communicated to his family that Blue had captured him, or the other little dragons might have followed him to her house. They could even have felt the tracking amulet locating them earlier during her
"My powers are imparted unto the magus who invokes me. So you gain powers from whatever elemental form suits the mission at hand. Each magus has slight variation as the magic attunes to them. These are merely the outer changes. There also are inner changes. East brings both gnosis and power of the wind and breath. West enables one to dare travel through and learn from the innermost and hidden psyche, swimming those deep inner rivers and streams. South comes with a firmness of will, strengthened like a sword in fire. With north comes silence and knowledge of truth and justice, and power to invoke law. If you are outmatched I may or may not let this big oaf next to me join the fray on your behalf. Depends on my mood and your cause."
The hag then approached Blue, put her hands on Blue's shoulders and turned her around. Blue felt the hag's breath blowing on her neck and a chill ran down her spine. Then the hag grabbed blue's hand and it burned badly. Blue could not pull it loose. The warrior stood in front, raised his sword and inscribed a Celtic cross, a cross with a circle around it.
"We have claimed you for the McChesney Clan," said the hag. You now have the power to summon us as needed. Just squeeze the mark on your left hand and invoke us. Be sure you have good reason for I will not be pleased if you try to use us foolishly."
As suddenly as they had arrived, the hag and warrior were gone in a puff of grey smoke. Blue let out a sigh of relief. On top of her left hand now was burned a celtic cross, a crucifix with a circle around it. It no longer burned.
"Are they gone," LeRoy entered the room, jumping nervously from one foot to the other.
"Yes, they are gone, you big chicken."
"Better a live chicken than a roasted one," replied LeRoy. "Since you are alive, they must have initiated you."
"Yes, I am now initiated into the Temple of the Oak, though I don't understand anything it, and I'm seriously ticked off at Cormac for keeping so many secrets."
Blue took up the amulet, an old locket from her jewelry box.
"Please show me the tracking spell," LeRoy. The old crow fluttered up to the shelves and pulled down a book, then with a muttered incantation it opened to the correct page. Blue quickly performed the tracking spell using the cloth marked with dragon blood, the one she'd stuffed into her jeans earlier, as an object linked to the dragon. Suspending the amulet over a map of Lockport and Niagara, she swung it back and forth gently. Each time, no matter where she held it above the map, the locket pointed toward the old Birdsill Holly factory near the Lockport Cave and old Erie Canal. Her suspicions were confirmed. An infestation of water dragons was living at the old Birdsill Holly plant. The dragons were back again.
There was no time to ponder this. Blue hurriedly got ready for the concert. She barely had time to shower and dress.
Chapter 7
The concert opened with the Niagara All-County Choir weaving a tapestry of notes and images singing "The Winter Snow" a beautiful mix of music by Audrey Snyder and words by Emily Dickinson. The audience sat enthralled and contemplative during the song sung by the high school girls. The All-County Choir was made up of the best high school singers from all across the county. Blue would have enjoyed the moment had her eye not caught movement on the ceiling. Perched on an acoustic tile, peering over the edge, was another little dragon, this second one an azure blue. Blue felt in her pocket. "Dam! I brought the tracking amulet with me and they must have been able to track me in reverse!," Blue thought to herself. Dragons were known for being highly psychic and they also had some magickal powers. The dragon with a hurt wing, Took, could have psychically communicated to his family that Blue had captured him, or the other little dragons might have followed him to her house. They could even have felt the tracking amulet locating them earlier during her
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