NationStates Jolt Archive


Power of Darkness, Power of Light

Thelas
15-02-2004, 14:47
High in a tower, reaching like a slim spire of white crystal, rising above the countryside, taller even than the skyscrapers in the cities, a mage stood at the top, around the edge of the tower platform were five spikes, glowing with magic. On the floor of the platform was a pentagram, glowing with black magic. Also carved into the floor was a spiral, glowing with whit magic. Then a square formed, glowing with red magic, then a circle, glowing with blue magic, then a hexagon, glowing with green magic. This multicolored effect glowed through the black night.

The mage started a chant, low, and forceful, “I’nisha cor ave, no cishin corvas nach’ma, I’nisha cor ave, no cishin corvas nach’ma, I’nisha cor ave, no cishin corvas nach’ma, I’nisha cor ave, no cishin corvas nach’ma” Now on each of the spires reaching above the platform a symbol began to glow, “Ki, Ve, Na, Su, Ne, RA!”

The last word is yelled, as the spires burst into flame. Each one a separate color, White, Black, Red, Green, Blue. The flames began to glow even more brightly, illuminating the tower for the peasants all around. The chant continues now carrying with magic to the surrounding country side, “Vanishu corvent nachma tor, vornu remank ton, Vanishu corvent nachma tor, vornu remank ton, Vanishu corvent nachma tor, vornu remank ton, Vanishu corvent nachma tor, vornu remank ton, Vanishu corvent nachma tor, vornu remank ton, MACHAN NOTRE SUVEN TA!”

As he yells the last word, the power flared, whipping around the tower, then all was silent. The Elven mage in the center smiled, magic glowing around her, then even that magic was still. The tower was silent, unchanged, yet the mage, the Empress, in the center was changed.