02-11-2018, 01:34 PM
Hecate waited expecting her other self to reply, but when so such reply came she smiled with satisfaction before answering her own statement. "No.... I am no helpless frail little girl.... I am a soldier of the proud nation of Vestura, lands of the great walled city, I am a witch of the Witch Corps." She said with pride, even if she id not agree with what had happened to her Hecate was making an oath with herself to ensure she would never again portray herself as a victim.
Turning her focus once more to her training she gathered her spiritual powers within her once again. Focus demanded she closed her eye's, it was though she was learning from scratch. Closing her eyes she pictured a fresh snowfall upon a backdrop of the remains of a once green forest. "Winter." She mumbled quietly as if chanting the words to a spell. She smiled to herself knowing that no respecting witch of the Witch Corps would never lower herself to using words to bring forth magic. Real magic required no such semantics.
Hecate continued to picture the scene of winter, a small cottage by the forest it's roof lined with dagger like icicles. "picture the sharp ice made into a weapon." Hecate told herself, her thoughts seemingly clear. Hovering about eight feet above her head a small orb of ice began to grow, spinning, gathering mass. Hecate jumped as a loud bang sounded off, the sound of ice shattering. The air was filled with the sound of whooshing as the shards shot out ahead of Hecate peppering an area of land, and trees. She didn't have to open her eye's to know what had just happened. "It's not the same as it once was but it will do." Hecate said as she finally opened her eye's to survey the destruction. Long thin shards of ice had devastated the area, embedded several inches into the tree's and stone. Hecate felt winded almost right away, something about summoning the orb had been a task, Something Hecate had never been used to. Still it was satisfying to no end to see the fruits of her labor.
Turning her focus once more to her training she gathered her spiritual powers within her once again. Focus demanded she closed her eye's, it was though she was learning from scratch. Closing her eyes she pictured a fresh snowfall upon a backdrop of the remains of a once green forest. "Winter." She mumbled quietly as if chanting the words to a spell. She smiled to herself knowing that no respecting witch of the Witch Corps would never lower herself to using words to bring forth magic. Real magic required no such semantics.
Hecate continued to picture the scene of winter, a small cottage by the forest it's roof lined with dagger like icicles. "picture the sharp ice made into a weapon." Hecate told herself, her thoughts seemingly clear. Hovering about eight feet above her head a small orb of ice began to grow, spinning, gathering mass. Hecate jumped as a loud bang sounded off, the sound of ice shattering. The air was filled with the sound of whooshing as the shards shot out ahead of Hecate peppering an area of land, and trees. She didn't have to open her eye's to know what had just happened. "It's not the same as it once was but it will do." Hecate said as she finally opened her eye's to survey the destruction. Long thin shards of ice had devastated the area, embedded several inches into the tree's and stone. Hecate felt winded almost right away, something about summoning the orb had been a task, Something Hecate had never been used to. Still it was satisfying to no end to see the fruits of her labor.