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Magic is not a sideshow. It can be fun, and it can be enjoyable. But it can also have consequences; it can be very dangerous. That October night, that Stark Noctum awakened on, we learned this lesson first-hand.



That night there was a low, thick, fog that came up to about one's knees. It lay over the school's soccer/football field. I comented to Stark, just before his awakening, that "This would be perfect for a Thriller performance! It's so creepy and awesome." So naturally we stood in the middle of it during his awakening. When he fully awakened he truelly connected with his Spirit Animal, and bloodlines. After the ritual was complete, he fealt much more energized, and powerfull. He was excited about his potential, and I was excited for him. I don't remember why, but at one point (while we were talking about the fog again), I looked to my right, and rose my right hand.



When I did this, the fog to my right rose with it. Then I motioned downward, and it fell. I asked Stark if he was seeing what I saw, and he confirmed that I was not going crazy. Then I did the same thing to my left, and it rose and fell with my hand. As one side would rise, I would look to the other, and see that it would still be low to the ground like it was before I started manipulating it. Then I faced Stark, and closed my eyes. I twirled my arms above my head, concentrating on the fog, and when I opened them the fog had risen high in a vortex around Stark and I.



He and I were both amazed. He jokingly made a coment on being slightly afraid of me after that. The vortex slowly drifted downward towards the ground, and he got a text from his girlfreind (who knew about us, and was a Temporary student of mine as well). So we went back, and met her on the main campus between the auditorium and the set of buildings that made up the school office, and classes.



After they were done cheerfully/akwardly(for me) making out, Stark and I excitedly told her about the fog. We were soon interrupted by a rising cacoughony of barking. We heard dogs, seemingly for no reason at all, begin barking, yelping, and yelling at the top of their lungs. They didn't sound very close, but they were loud, and could be heard seemingly from every direction. Naturally, this freaked us out and silenced us. After a few seconds, we heard a bombastic gunshot (just one), and everything went dead-silent. Naturally, this freaked us the hell out. Then, while all was still, Stark's girlfreind (who had a specific talent for comunicating with spirits/the dead) said that she had a bad feeling, and that she fealt wrong about a nearby tree. Just after that, I got a terrible fealing, and became very afraid. We all three felt a spirituall opression, and fled to the guitare class room (which lay just behind the auditorium's stage, was used as a green-room, and was unlocked). When we got there, she said that she felt it lingering just outside the door. As he comforted her, I told Stark to do his best to bring up shields around her and himself.



I then went to the side of the room that we entered through, and prayed. I asked God to bless the guitare room, and to use me as a conduite of his will and power to shield and protect the room. I prayed that he make the area a sanctuary from evil, and not let any evil pass, or any evil magic be done, within the room/area. As I prayed, I walked from one side of the room to the other. Then I went back to them, and she said that she felt safe as soon as I passed them. Stark and I felt safe as well, though neither of us really felt like doing magic for the rest of the night.



Magic can be amazing, and thrilling, but it can also be terrifying and dangerous. That night, we did powerfull magic... but we also risked our safety, and the safety of others, as it could very well be that our magic attracted the demon. We survived a demonic attack for the first time in our lives that night... barely.



Magic can be very dangerous, and have both good, and bad consequences. Keep that in mind before you go jumping at the opertunity to do magic, be a teacher, be a part of a group, or have a teacher. The more powerfull you get, the mor people/things get interested in you, and the more powerfull your natural enemies get...

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BaronessGreycastle
22:38 Feb 25 2013

You wrote that story very well. I see great potential in you as a writer, my son. Well done.

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My first real student was named Stark. He was a Vampyr, like myself and my Mother. His training started sometime during my Freshman year of Highschool (which was his Junior year). During school, when we had classes together, we would usually talk about the possabilities of magic.

-Magic theory and elements- so to speak. His actual practice would usually happen outside of school, or after/during school events such as concerts (we were both in choir). He learned about energies and shielding, and through meditation he discovered his bloodline totems. He was talented, and intuitive. He asked many questions, and learned much about magic. However, he was only ocassionally deeply motivated, and so he didn't practice often; he did not delve deep into his potential, though I saw that he had so much. So I decided that it would soon be time to fully awaken him. I figured that if he got even a taste of his full potential, it would invigorate/inspire him. Besides that, even though he didn't practice a whole lot, I felt that he was ready. He was taught of the world, and informed of his relation to it. Now it was time for him to truelly become a part of it.

So on one October night, after a concert at our school, we went out to the school's baseball/soccer feild, and performed the ritual for his awakening. That's when he met his spirit animal, and for the first time, truelly dived into his potential as the Vampyr Stark Noctum.

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Slender
00:41 Feb 20 2013

Interesting.

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