Master of Youth (Part VII)

I had no idea what to do. I was lost, I was beaten. She knew I was powerless to stop her from using me to get my Master. I would of considered myself expendable and killed myself by now to save my Master. He knew more and was better equipped to protect the land then me, an apprentice not even half way through the training. But that was when those thoughts where true. Now I was just one year away from completing my training and my Master did not have the years or time left to train other apprentice. “Get up boy; we go to your Master now. He has been searching the swamp for ye all night” The witch said and pulled me up from the ground. “No funny business ye hear me boy” she opened her mouth. I noticed the Gelbi root in the back. The root was deadly even by the tiniest bit. If I did something she bit down and we’d both be dead. No magic that me or Master knew or practiced could bring back the dead. That was an act of the dark and only necromancers could or would bring back the dead.

We had killed a very powerful necromancer on our last trip up to north to the Old City. He had enslaved the whole city using the power he gains from bringing back the dead. A necromancer’s powers increase every time they bring back a person from the dead. That person’s soul turns into magical energy for the necromancer to use. We use that same magic but since our bodies get exhausted from the process we are limited. If we push past this exhaustion, our bodies will become damage. In the most severe cases we can lose years of our lives. Take away exhaustion; the soul would not know when to stop producing magic. And since it cannot lose more years on it’s life, its power becomes infinite. Of course the strength of the magic is only equivalent to the person before they died. That is why necromancers tend to need more dead bodies and souls, to increase the strength of their spells. The necromancer we fought had 200 souls at his possession. But even at that level of power his strength was not enough for the combination of ours. We are Spooks and have an affinity for magic. We are able to covert very small amounts of magic into powerful attacks. We are sometimes called amplifiers because of this ability. If a Spook has been trained well he can share this ability with those around him, amplifying their powers and his own. With two Spooks constantly amplifying each other’s powers we can increase our strengths exponentially. Of course there is a limit to this ability based on the Spooks or persons physical and magical capacity of maintaining such power. If you increase too quickly or too much and people or person you are affecting cannot handle it, they can die from the strain. This amplification ability it very hard to control even my Master has difficulty with it. “

Boy call out for your master” the witch moved behind me. I did as I was told. A part of me hoped he wouldn’t come. I didn’t want him to fall prey to her trap but what could I do.

Master of Youth (Part VI)

With my eyes closed I focused on drawing in the energy around me just like I had read. But I couldn’t hold onto the energy. My mind kept shifting out of the meditated state. I focused harder, I let me mind go blank. It didn’t last. I then smelled something peculiar. It was the smell of blood and dirt. I wondered where that smell could be coming from. I then thought back to the thought of my Master’s smile. What if he was the witch and was draining my blood in the meditated state where I couldn’t feel my body. I opened my eyes in panic. But I wasn’t in the sanctuary; I was lying on the ground somewhere outside. It was dark and I couldn’t see well. I waited till my eyes had adjusted and looked around. I realized I was still in the swamp. I looked at where I had been lying; it was by a large rock that was covered with my blood. “So you a finally wake up again eh boy?” said the witch. I turned and looked in horror. The Blood Witch was standing not to far away just looking at me with her black eyes. “Don’t even try to move boy. You in my scream circle. Did you like that dream of yours? I had nothing to do with it, your mind just made up what had happened after you hit that rock. It was fun to watch though. Do you know the power of scream circle?” she asked me showing her pointed smile. I did. Anything that happened in the dream would happen to the person as well, which meant I was out of magic and extremely exhausted. “I do” I responded to the witch, watching her closely. “I bet your wondering why I didn’t kill yah when you be dreaming?” she got up and moved closer to me, “well I want your Master, boy. I want his blood. His blood it betted then yours and full of wisdom and strength. I want that blood, boy. So I saved you so you could bring him to me.” I looked at her, “why would I bring him to you? I have no reason too he’ll find me and stop you. I still have enough magic to put up a Solitary confinement barrier” this was true, I did have enough magic to perform the spell I just did not know how long it would last. She laughed and grabbed me by the head, “Did you really think I wouldn’t do something to make yah do what I want. I tied our bloods together with a maternity bond. It bond a mother with its child, so if the mother dies so does the child. And it only works in that fashion. Now who do you think be the mama, me or ye?” She threw my face down into the dirt and walked away laughing. I was stuck if she was telling the truth she would force my Master out and trade him me for his blood. I knew that even my Solitary barrier couldn’t stop a maternity spell. I was going to be bait for this witch and I had no idea how to undo the spell, save my Master, or save myself.

BLOG=Writng?

So I have been writing for you guys for some time now. And my writing has been all over the place. Talking about school and English and writing a short a story. I think my Blog writing is very similar to the title of my Blog, Random. I think this blog so far has been real expressive. It has helped me write about many things and to grow as a writer and a person. Since this is so free and I am not worried about grammar or punctuations and petty things like that I can really let myself be free and just write. This type of writing is just like a personal Journal or Diary. It safe, (even though it on the internet), and me. It my thoughts and my personal beliefs. Although I do have to censure certain things, it’s still me. And that is why I like writing this Blog. At first I was not so sure how I would feel. Writing has been a struggle for me. The ideas seem to get stuck at the elbow(s) and never make it to my hands correctly. And that was always frustrating. I would miss words or letters. And I was so lazy about assignments that I would never proof read my work. And yes there is no one to blame but myself. I am just saying that I noticed that is happens less with this writing. With this blog I am free. Well…that’s not totally true. I did struggle more with the writing of assigned topics then the free ones. And that again goes back to me point of free flowing thoughts. I have no idea if I will continue to write this blog. I hope I do and I want to. But who knows what will happen in the next 30 years, my computer might get up and walk away one day, Terminator style.

Master of Youth (part V)

He got up from the floor and dusted himself off. “Well, let’s hope that those two barriers we did do the trick. But just in case let’s go up to the sanctuary.” My master said with a little bit of worry in his voice. I was worried too. It really didn’t matter if they broke, the only thing we need was time. I turned around and followed my master up the stairs. We were heading to the third floor. The third floor only had two rooms. One was the Master’s study where he kept all his books and journals. I had been in their only once. I was in that room on first day as his apprentice. He wanted to show me how much knowledge one would need in the business. It was a test to see if I would get scared of the amount of work I would be doing. If I was scared of that, then how could I face the things that go bump in the night? The other room was the sanctuary. The door was different then the other ones in the house. This was one was made of silver and rowan wood. The sliver and rowan wood combination made it extremely hard for those of the dark to get through. It would burn most creatures just by the faintest touch. And for those who could push though the burn had pain like you couldn’t imagine every second they kept touching the door. My master pulled out a strange looking key from his pocket in and inserted into the door. He didn’t turn the key and yet the door swung open rather quickly. He hurried me into the room after him and quickly shut the door. He took the key and put it back into his pocket. The room was empty. There were no book selves, tables, or even windows. It was a room made of silver and rowan wood. It felt like I was in a giant metal box. This made it impossible to enter without going through the door, or escape. I laughed a little at that thought. My master looked at me and gave me a funny look. On the floor was a Buso circle. A circle that helps restore magic more quickly if one is meditate within it. In the olden times it was used a sacrificial symbol. Those wanting to gain more power made sacrifices within it. We entered the Buso and sat down. I had never used one before but I did read about them in the book my master gave me. I was to concentrate on my center and zone everything else out. I was supposed to visualize my magic and imagine it growing. This would then cause the Buso to activate and grant my wish. It would restore my power and I’d be ready to fight next to master. “Go first. I want to make sure you’re safe and strong before I go.” My master said with a kind smile on his face. I smiled and closed my eyes slowly. Before my eyes were shut completely I noticed something weird about my master’s smile it looked almost wicked.