The Summoning (part two)

Jumping threw circles of time, and tries of simple dimensions, finally ending up in the proper time and place, my Ezekiel tool glows light blue on my right arm, as I exit the portal the energies slightly burning the skin upon which the tool is inscribed, embracing the pain and taking the energy it caused and storing it in its perspective zone inside my magi fields, I begin to set upon my prey.  My mission brief still fresh on the top of my mental thought process; I summon the images again of the Leaders giving me my mission for the clan.  The circle of nine calling forth my power for use and support, memories of the past services, and the general feeling of pleasant happiness of doing what is right, by serving them, I bow my head, a simple gesture of servitude.  As I hear the voices in unison calling the mantra of the clan, a secret vow, that is only taken by the highest in the clan, and only spoken once, when one of the clan attains the high mark, never to speak the mantra again, unless the need arises for such, either to pass on the mark, or to raise the need of the clan, which I am present for, hearing the mantra, I feel its power, and invocation, and truly understand why it is held so secret and so dangerously.  When all nine have finished, they open up and spread to their prospective circles, and only one remains, the one gray who stands directly in front of me.1

The gray is only distinguished by his light blue eyes, which are visible upon his light skin through his cowl.  He speaks with a gentle, deep voice, “I have called thee to thine purpose, and thou’s price to be paid as it is own, will you accept your servitude, or do you have greater needs oh one of service?”  The simple words mere courtesy, and I nod my answer non vocal, for there is no true need, the clan had determined my destiny a long time ago, and I am proud to serve it or that of sleep, preferring neither to the other, just serving the clan in its service of greater good.  My acceptance noted, he places the spell symbols of binding and servitude, intertwining them with the slight spells of knowledge and power, which all give off a slight glow as they touch the appropriate symbols and tools upon my skin, the such alight the different colors of the magi used to make the spells, then the skin changes the color of light red as the knowledge and spells are sent into my being and absorbed and placed in their proper astral places, my body comes alive, and extends my back arching backwards with my neck and head as power surges through my body, the light blue light of astral and spiritual power illumes my body, then as soon as it started, the ceremony is finished, and I acknowledge my task and the needs of my clan…2

Again back in the present my skin alights the blue tool a symbol of an arrow incased in a dragon symbol, shifting on my skin it has accepted the prey’s coordinates and I begin to set on my course, thick brush and damp rain forest block my path, simply accepting the reality for what it is, I turn transparent, three symbols alight on my back, feeling the power and its release as the symbols use their power, to turn my body into a light gas type form that is both near invisible and translucent, moving in the direction of the prey, I travel at a steady pace, time seems to slide by, and what seems like seconds is actually hours of trekking as I finally find the camp of my prey.  A simple village, many humans, around fifty or so, many young simply playing…the wards of protection protect them from me, and stop them from noticing my present as I watch their simple village, seeing young people of light tan skin and little of clothing run to and fro, I await, soon to see my prey.  As a young witch doctor steps out of his smoking hut, bones decorating his body in their physical/magical symbolic positions, he holds the true power in his nose, the ring of a dragon tooth, smiling I wonder where he got that, I simply watch him, of course he senses my presence slightly, not understanding he presents a simple ward of protection, I feel a sense of humor rise from the recesses of my mind, at the simplicity, waiting, I watch him set off into the forest, gently leaving his tribe, no one taking notice of his disappearance, such must be usual, I smile, makes things easier.  Stepping no less than fifty yards behind my prey, I glide silently behind him, his footing finds a simple dirt trail, that leads quite far, when I feel the distance has developed quite well, I take form, my presence taking its effect, my body touching closer to his reality, and he senses my full presence, not something easy, but showing some potential, he turns full around a knife in one hand a dark symbol in the other, incantation coming to hand, he throws the dagger at me, and the dark attack a simple bind hex to hold whoever in their tracks, I smile, the spell falling first upon my shield against magi, a simple shield a foot all around me, the dagger I could do the same with, I let it hit though, just to feel the lovely pain as the simple piece of metal pierces my skin, laughing as I pull the simple piece out of my right shoulder, I look at it as the pain and wound is absorbed, both sending slight energies to their prospective places, I place the knife delicately upon the ground and smile at my prey.  Casting a simple spell shield around the young man, he screams for fear of his life, I smile at the delightful sound, as darkness envelopes his psyche, and he falls unconscious, I cast the spell to open a portal, and darkness once again falls upon the scene…3

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TO BE CONTINUED…5