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Vivid Fizz
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2009
Everything was set out. Candles of various sizes were set in a circle around the room. They were the only light and cast everything in a warm, soft glow. The scent of incense filled the air, myrrh as it was most relaxing to the young woman. A large book was set before her, its old pages open to a certain incantation.
In the middle of the candlelit room was Vivian Devan. The skirt of her nightgown was sprawled out beneath her and her eyes strained to read the writing. The handwriting there was poor having been scrawled in a hurry. In the dull lighting it was nearly impossible to make it out. The beautiful blonde cursed beneath her breath. How was she ever to get a familiar this way? A frown pressed on her lips but she continued on. The truth of the matter was that she was desperately lonely. Her parents had restricted her to the house, afraid of what the outside world would think of their daughter, and she had no friends.
She began to chant. It was a language that she wasnât sure of. Her great grandmother had written the spell and she did it in a tongue that was very phlegm-ish, with many words having to be thrown back into her throat. The girl struggled with the ritual but thought nothing of it. Her eyes were too focused on the page to realize what was happening around her.
A stiff wind had blown out half of the candles, making the room much darker than before. A chill had filled the room, causing goosebumps to rise on her pale skin and her nipples rose against the flimsy material. The smell of brimestone filled the air. There was flutter of a page and she continued. Little did she know that she did not summon a kindly familiar. Instead she opened a pathway to the Ethereal, allowing any sort of being to come throughâ¦
In the middle of the candlelit room was Vivian Devan. The skirt of her nightgown was sprawled out beneath her and her eyes strained to read the writing. The handwriting there was poor having been scrawled in a hurry. In the dull lighting it was nearly impossible to make it out. The beautiful blonde cursed beneath her breath. How was she ever to get a familiar this way? A frown pressed on her lips but she continued on. The truth of the matter was that she was desperately lonely. Her parents had restricted her to the house, afraid of what the outside world would think of their daughter, and she had no friends.
She began to chant. It was a language that she wasnât sure of. Her great grandmother had written the spell and she did it in a tongue that was very phlegm-ish, with many words having to be thrown back into her throat. The girl struggled with the ritual but thought nothing of it. Her eyes were too focused on the page to realize what was happening around her.
A stiff wind had blown out half of the candles, making the room much darker than before. A chill had filled the room, causing goosebumps to rise on her pale skin and her nipples rose against the flimsy material. The smell of brimestone filled the air. There was flutter of a page and she continued. Little did she know that she did not summon a kindly familiar. Instead she opened a pathway to the Ethereal, allowing any sort of being to come throughâ¦