In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
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Kuu nodded as Merida took up her position once more. She didn't need to say anything, and he was perfectly happy to wait until she felt she wanted to tell him. But at least she seemed to be starting to come to terms with her own fears and therefore her own weaknesses. It was easy to speak to others of things like the fact that they were frightened of heights, that they couldn't speak another language or that they had no singing voice - the real weaknesses lay in the realms of frequent denial, buried under many layers of pride and uncertainty.
But it wasn't without some degree of a strange pain that he watched Merida's tears, and he wondered if teaching magic to a girl tracing a path on the edge of a terrible loneliness which she herself did not know was mere steps away. He had always been an advocate of knowledge, particularly knowledge of the self (after all, how could one claim to understand others when failing at understanding themselves?) but looking at the drops trail down the archer's face threw shadows of uncertainty in his mind. If what was waiting was really so painful, was it really better to fall into it? Or should he direct them to take a step back, into the safety of ignorance?
It was not as if Kuu did not know what was coming. He knew what loneliness was - he knew that immeasurable distance caused by moving to another world. To have to live and survive in shoes you used to own, but now felt like those of a stranger - those who simply came and wandered briefly did not know the feeling of being torn away and thrown into another person's life, though you were still in your own body. So what was he teaching Merida really? Was entertaining the fickle desire of a sixteen-year-old to learn magic worth causing her pain, to what could eventually be despair?
He was about to stop her when Merida spoke. Kuu sensed the magic was beginning to flow naturally now, and that she wasn't making too much effort in opening up her magical circulation. And he heard himself say, 'Now we'll form a flame. Feel the charm drawing the magic out of you and feel where and when the change is happening. All you have to do is to coalesce these moments and create an image of a flame in your mind at the point where those two sensations intersect.'
'Imagine a small flame, only the size of your thumb,' his voice went on. 'Your aim isn't to create a big fire to burn up your magic, but one you can feed constantly. Keep the small thumb-sized burning for as long as you can, without letting it grow larger or smaller. For this you need to keep a very steady flow of magic. So pace yourself, and don't allow yourself to go out of control. Place yourself and your magic somewhere in which nothing can disturb you.'
Kuu's voice reached her from a considerable (metaphorical) distance as she pictured herself sitting upon a grassy cliff's edge, her bow in one hand and Angus rolling in the tall grass by her side. Maybe she didn't necessarily feel entirely safe on that cliff, but she sure felt far more at home. Her emotions were still tumbling around inside her after the last few tumultuous moments, but she felt like this emotional hurdle might be her last; she was tired of the mood swings, and she was already feeling a calmer connection with the fiery magic she was on the verge of unlocking.
In all honesty, learning magic felt a lot like growing up. You could feel as ready as you'd like to take on that much responsibility, but when it comes the time, you realize you're actually really unprepared and all your flaws are suddenly there right in front of you. At least, this time, she hadn't run away from the concept, like she had with growing up. That made it slightly - marginally - easier.
'Feel the charm drawing the magic out of you and feel where and when the change is happening.' Merida quietly probed her own body for these abstract places Kuu listed - and it wasn't quite that difficult for her to not hastily scour her spirit for magic, as a certain patience was sleepily winding through bloodstream, steadying her and cautioning her inhibitions. In a few long moments, she felt a slight pulse somewhere just beneath her heart. She fixed herself on it, but not too strongly (as she was afraid the pulse would vanish). It was warm, and beat in a slight irregularity compared to her own heart.
The flicker of light wanted to be used, but required a medium to use it. Luckily enough for her, Merida had the Teine Charm still resting in her open palm. She drank in a slow, deep breath, every inch of her mind focused intently upon being slow and calm and patient. It was hard work for her; beads of sweat showed on her forehead, though she was not aware of them at the time. Slowly, she directed the pulse up through her heart and her collarbone, where it split in two and traveled lazily down her arms - raising the hair on her arms and warming her skin - until it sat, bubbling quietly, in the palms of her hands. Her hands grew hot as the magic found the Teine Charm and she pushed it - gently, gently - up into the charm.
She didn't open her eyes, continuing to imagine a tiny flame. If her eyes had been open, she'd see a thumb-sized flame - like Kuu had said - materialize over the charm, like a tiny beating heart. The form her magic took awakened a hardly-seen gentleness in Merida; it was like another life force inside of her that she needed to take care of, sort of like Angus. So she concentrated on steadying out the flow and felt the heartbeat just above her hands flicker steadily. Like earlier, her body grew warm and glowed softly.
"Am Ah doin' i'?" she asked - but in a quiet, awkward murmur, somehow afraid that if she spoke louder she'd frighten it off - as though the flame was a nervous bird. She thought she was - but opening her eyes didn't seem like the best idea, either, in case that would break the spell.
The answer was yes: she was doing it.
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{All right, here's that response for you! sorry it took so long, moving in was... a bit difficult. anyways, hopefully we can finish this up soon.)