Post by Ely on Apr 21, 2013 3:51:39 GMT -5
Ely was breathing heavily. The spell was easy enough and the mental image she had of the lantern was perfect. Ely was an excellent mimic, even the decorative details were repeated in the huge copy she created to pin the brute in place. But, she could not hold it forever.
Fire magic was unique in one respect; it would change mass. Ely could, if given enough fuel, build the fire lantern even larger and there was fuel everywhere among these dilapidated wooden buildings. She heard the whispers now. Those piercing thoughts in the morass of her mind that told her she could take out every single bandit by setting the buildings on fire.
They were so familiar; those whispers. Ely had heard them since she was a child. Power was like that. It filled you with a thousand thoughts of what you could do and when those uninhibited ideas ran out, there were a thousand more to contaminate. The Cathian girl had succumbed to such mental bait before, too. She knew what happened when power vanquished sense.
Ely shuddered inwardly and the flames shook with her. She turned a deaf ear to the enticing whispers and focused on the solid image of the iron lantern in her mind. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her pale brow and trickled down to the corner of her eyes. This new irritant forced her to squeeze them shut. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision and the world returned.
Where was the girl?
Fire magic was unique in one respect; it would change mass. Ely could, if given enough fuel, build the fire lantern even larger and there was fuel everywhere among these dilapidated wooden buildings. She heard the whispers now. Those piercing thoughts in the morass of her mind that told her she could take out every single bandit by setting the buildings on fire.
They were so familiar; those whispers. Ely had heard them since she was a child. Power was like that. It filled you with a thousand thoughts of what you could do and when those uninhibited ideas ran out, there were a thousand more to contaminate. The Cathian girl had succumbed to such mental bait before, too. She knew what happened when power vanquished sense.
Ely shuddered inwardly and the flames shook with her. She turned a deaf ear to the enticing whispers and focused on the solid image of the iron lantern in her mind. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her pale brow and trickled down to the corner of her eyes. This new irritant forced her to squeeze them shut. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision and the world returned.
Where was the girl?