Master of Youth (part IV)

The gate was a five minute walk from the front door to the house. As I got the gate I saw the five polls were I was to attach the rope to. I took the rope and tied it to the first poll. I made the pentagram with the rope and stood in the middle of the pentagram. I raised my arms so they were parallel to the ground. “Kai,” I yelled as I flicked my hands up to be perpendicular to the rope. The rope began to glow a bright red that slowly faded through the spectrum. I took a deep breath and let the energy gather inside me. My hands made the appropriate symbols as I stated the spell, “Mai Sode no Shirayuki.” The rope began to glow like a white fire. This was an advance protection spell. It required a great deal of focus and left me almost completely drained of magic. My master new this but he needed his magic to save us both if this did not work. “Tsugi no mai,” I took a deep breath and clapped my hands together, “Hakuren.” Little white strands of energy grew from the rope and began to form a tent above my head. “Some no mai, Tsukishiro.” The strands of energy above me began to come together creating a flat disk, which covered the entire pentagram. “I gathered all the energy I had within me and yelled, “San no mai, Shirafune.” The disk compressed to a little white dot then expanded to cover a distance of four miles from the center. The wave of magic becomes a barrier that makes it hard for anything not of the light to withstand being in it. The closer you are the center the strong the magic. I collapsed to the ground. The spell had taken its toll and my magic was almost completely gone. I sat there for what seemed like hours waitng for my strenght to return. When I recoverd enough strength to get up I made my way back to the house. I walked throught the front door and saw my master on the floor. I walked over to him. He was in a circle doing a mirror barrier. It creates a barrier in the caster designated location. It makes all who enter the space see a mirror image of the space. Everything that was right is now left. Up is down and far is close. It can be very confusing and can ward off even the most stubborn witches. He finished quickly and was less exhausted then I was.


“You okay son, didn’t take too much out of yah did it?” My master asked. I just smiled and stood up tall. I was trying to be cocky; I just didn’t want him to worry about me. The last time his apprentice made him worry, the apprentice had died

ENGL-ish?

I have never been a fan of English. It just never seems to stick in my head. I really hated grammar rules and formatted forms of writing. This has changed through this semester in English 101. I have liked some of the papers and topic we have covered. I still do not get grammar rules, but perhaps that is for a different class. English 101 was not what I expected it. I just thought you wrote a paper every day. A one pager paper, and had one paper peer reviewed before you turned it in. Well to my happiness, I only have to write four papers in the whole semester. I could not be happier. I am still not sure how I feel about the blog but I will say that I find the free choice weeks easier to write about. Right now I am doing this only to get the points. I could care less about English 101 at this moment in time. But it has helped me mature as a writer and understand my process better. Obviously, English is an opinion based subject, so I still don’t understand how you grade an opinion based class….(digression). There is one thing I wish we could English, we have done a free write, a review, and researched paper. The last unit I would like to do is a poetry unit. I am creative so this would be a good outlet for me. I think it would also help others break free. Plus its fun and no one minds writing whatever they want. We could write 10 full length poems or write as many poems as we want that fit a certain total word requirement. Whatever, it would be fun and a very nice change of pace from this researched paper. Thank you!!! )


p.s. PLEASE PICK THIS AS OUR FOURHT UNIT TOPIC

Master of Youth(part III)

After five minutes we began to walk back home. As we did I told him how I had found her hideout, got her tied up, how she broke out and chased me through the swamp where I eventually fell, and what she said about armous dust. “I’ve never heard of armous dust before,” he said with a strange curiosity in his voice, “rowan wood should have worked on a witch of her type. We need to consult the books about this one,” he said smiling at me. We walked together silently. I could tell that what I had told him about the rowan wood perplexed him beyond belief. We walked the three miles a fast past hoping that would keep the witch from finding our scents. It was for an hour by the time we arrived home. Before we entered the house we had to set up a defensive barrier for extra precaution. The house did have an alarm system that summons tow earth golems to guard the front and back door. They can easily track and capture lower level witches, but are not strong enough against the blood witch that was after us. We walked to the back of the house where the storage was. It was a small wood building that looked so old and worn that the first time I opened the door I thought it would fall on me. I soon was over that fear as I walked into the building. The building was made of steel combined with rowan wood, scrapes of werewolf bones, and covered in ancient magic symbols. The outside was painted like that so people would assume it was nothing special. I went over to the center table and began to grab a rope of rowan leaves. My master was at the back getting some supplies for protection spell. I took the rope and headed for the main gate.