Mithil played with drawing the magic through her body. She did not let it escape but made it roll
around, experimenting, refusing to let it be channeled into any specific spell
she had already memorized.
The sensation
itched, like something burrowing under her skin, wanting to be released, but
she focused all of her attention inward.
The tiny bubble of magic rolled under the skin of the back of her right
hand and the itch intensified. Pain
followed and she let the magic shift form of its own will. Now it was angular,
sliding up the arterial vein towards her heart.
For a moment she panicked because this had not been taught
to her and she did not know what would happen.
She floated in calm meditation even as the pain redoubled as the sliver
of magic reversed course and flowed upwards into her neck. Her temple burst in agony as the magic again
reformed into a sphere, only to detonate like a hard “whumph!” inside of her
head. It coalesced, as if scraping off essential
parts of what made her unique.
She compartmentalized herself between calm meditation and a
detonation of misery. The magic leached
out of her tear ducts, and covered her body like a sheen of sweat, only to
trickle into her skin with a miserable pleasure.
She gasped from the sensation -- full body, utterly unique,
incapable of categorization. None of her
will had been lost but instead it was redistributed as new magic was injected
into her body at the cellular level.
A laugh burbled out of her lips as consciousness
returned. This was the tenth time she
had grown in magical power and each time was a mixture of redefining pleasure
and searing pain. She opened her eyes
which for almost an hour had been shut in concentration.
Before she forgot the way, she lurched towards her spell
books and scrawled two new spells – permanency.
She could make certain magicks a part of her permanently! How had she not seen this before?! Baleful polymorph - if lucky, she could morph
the deadliest creature into a lapdog!
Spittle had leaked out of her mouth as she concentrated but
she did not bother to wipe it from her lips until after she had the spells
completely recorded.
She finally uncurled her body fully, not her physical form,
but her magical self, letting it stretch and remembering the feel of magic
filling her from the pores of her skin and into the very cells of her
body. She knew that she would not feel
this unified with her magical force until her life’s experiences again reached a
new critical mass.
But for now, she had what she craved. Her smile was satisfied and slightly crazed.
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