Post by Mittens Mckittens on Oct 24, 2022 11:31:16 GMT
🐾 Kitten Wizard 🐾
Mittens Mckittens
🐾 Prologue 🐾
“Okay concentrate again now young one, as impressive as this spell may look, it may also prove to save your life one day!”
Mittens Mckittens
🐾 Prologue 🐾
“Okay concentrate again now young one, as impressive as this spell may look, it may also prove to save your life one day!”
The young kitten breathed slowly, feeling the tickle of the grass between his toes, the soft touch of the earth below his pads.
He fixed the memory in his mind, of that mighty big thunderstorm that had swept over the farm all those years ago. He allowed himself to sink further into the memory,
to remember the ripple of the static in the air, the dampness of the rain across his fur.
It is recalling of all these feelings that were the true key to the art of evocation,
and to many of the other school of magic his teacher has told him about.
“Is is not merely the reciting of words and the waiving of a wand or staff that make one a patron of the arcane Mittens. It is harnessing of those thoughts and feelings one gains from experiences,
from the making of discoveries and pushing beyond ones boundaries that allow us go beyond whatever we used to believe possible."
"It is why I bought us to this land. For you both your development, and my own.”
The rest of the memory now comes, a dull thrumming in his ears, the whip of the wind upon his whiskers and against his tail. As the thrum becomes a building booming drum beat,
the dark pulsating clouds continuing their surging path overhead.
And then…
ϟ-PRRRRUHHHHHHAAAAAALLLCRRAALLL!-ϟ
A mighty streak of light arcs down from the heavens, like as if is molten iron from his father’s forge and the delicate beautiful icicles that laced his mother’s favourite reading tree by the pond at winter had melded together into one.
Its cerulean form rippling across the sky in a jagged path, as if its sheer power is just too overwhelming to keep it clearly heading to one destination,
Its cerulean form rippling across the sky in a jagged path, as if its sheer power is just too overwhelming to keep it clearly heading to one destination,
it’s light casting the shapes of his home into a world of darks and lights.
The kitten has a feeling of static-crackle across his whiskers, a metallic tang suddenly on his tongue, the thrum in his ears of the memory suddenly overtaken by a surging crackling that makes him draw his large
yellow eyes open from the spellbound recollection.
yellow eyes open from the spellbound recollection.
The view before him is no memory.
Arcs of pulsing energy undulate from his gloved palms, their twin forms rippling with patterns of both blue and yellow,
the focus crystals placed in the grass around him mirroring the effect.
“You’ve done it my pupil.” Says the warm proud voice of his teacher,
“You have learnt, Witch Bolt.”
“You have learnt, Witch Bolt.”
