Andrew Amongst Arrivers
As the voice spoke I paled slightly. The words relayed were not good ones. And while normally it's a bad sign to be hearing voices in your head, I had a feeling this time it was much much worse. I suspected this was because the other voice was probably an actual entity outside of my own pain addled mind. And while I had somehow survived being shot multiple times in the chest, I didn't like the idea of being a slave. Favored or otherwise.
Then again, I'm not a fan of bullies. And those who keep slaves, well, they're some of the biggest bullies. The question was, did I have the heart to stand up and fight? I've always liked to think I do. But until this insanity had started I'd never actually been tested. Oh sure I've intimidated a few incompetent muggers. But I'd never actually been forced to face my own fear. Let alone fight a real battle. The cartel idiots had been my first actual life or death confrontation. And the ill advised confrontation with those soldiers had been more a case of me running on pure adrenaline and stupidity.
Now here I was, injured after doing battle with a griffon of all things. I was armed with a griffon claw, a ceremonial dagger, and an unfinished bone sword. Really, more of a club at the moment. If honest with myself, something which I try to be, I was scared. Well... terrified was more like it. Yet pants wetting terror wasn't in any way shape or form useful. Not when everything was stacked against you. Yet the question still haunted me. Could I really step up like one of my roleplaying or video game characters?
“We need to get back. Now. There's some serious trouble heading our way and the others need to be warned. So do those people with the tanks.”
While traveling I wracked my brain for anything I knew of ritual magic. Which admittedly wasn't very much. What I did know had been learned as a sort of happy accident while researching for a short story. From what I remembered, it's more intent then actual structured spells. Real magic, or rather magik, as I understood it is rather understated and subtle. Unlike in the movies where it's all flashy fireballs and throwing lightning. Still, when combined with my rudimentary knowledge of symbol and knowing the name of what apparently is this place's goddess of nature maybe it would be useful.
“I've been contacted by something old and powerful. And it is sending troops, probably horse mounted but maybe more exotic animals instead, to take us as slaves. With my arm like this, I'm pretty useless in a serious fight. And make no mistake, a fight is coming unless you like the idea of being a slave. So while you tell the others, I'm going to try a hail mary. Ideally it'll fix my arm. Hopefully it will get us some much needed backup. If lucky it'll actually do one of those two things. But there's a good chance it'll do nothing, or explode in my face.”
Once back at the camp I used the claw to carve a nearly complete circle in the dirt. This circle was large enough for me to sit in the middle with a series of symbols surrounding where I would be sitting. Remembering what I had read years ago, I was careful not to close the circle yet. I had to think for a moment about what symbols to use since I'm not an expert in runic languages. Finally I settled on several I'd read about and studied in The Element Encyclopedia of Secret Signs nd Symbols. A rather large tome which I'd used as reference multiple times in various games when playing a spellcaster or occult detective. Within this circle I first drew an elvenstar, or seven pointed star. I did so carefully and without removing the claw from the ground at any point. Doing so would have ruined the purpose of this symbol. The center area formed in the drawing of the elvenstar would be where I would sit. I chose that instead of a pentagram due to the elvenstar's symbolic connection to nature via representing the seven planets and seven days in a week. The fact it's also called the faerie star made the choice easier still
As I worked I told anyone watching me "I'm about to try something possibly dangerous, and likely stupid. So what ever you do, don't damage the circle or anything I draw inside it. And don't cross the thresh hold until I break the circle from the inside. It's there to protect you from any backlash from what I'm attempting."
In the northern part of the star I used the claw to draw a caduceus to call forth healing and guidance. Not my best artwork to be sure. Not my worst either. I hoped it would be good enough. Other symbols of healing, purity, and protection were drawn within the other tines of the elvenstar as well. These included a fleur de lys to call forth purification. I was seriously hoping that my mix and match magic circle wouldn't blow up in my face. Once the entire thing was drawn I stepped into the center, being careful not to disturb any of the lines or symbols I'd previously drawn. It probably would have been better if I could have used salt to draw it. Finally I used the claw to make a small, shallow, cut on the palm of my hand. The blood I used to draw an infinity symbol across the open part of the circle to connect the two ends, thus closing it.
It was a gamble to be sure. Odds were nothing would happen. If something did, who knew what it would be. Would my kitbashing a ritual circle even work as intended? Would it explode in my face? Or would my makeshift ritual do absolutely nothing? If this was my world, ritual magic is subtle and slow acting. I was gambling that here there were far more active deities, and that magic was far more responsive then my own world. Even so, I followed the rule of three. Three refrains of the chant and three requests. I also made sure to affirm that I am indeed a friend to Faerie. I've respected them and given offering to the wee folk.
And I too fully expected to be hit with the fallout, for good or ill, of said rule of three: Whatever you send out, shall be returned three fold. Of course, the fact I am even willing to entertain the idea of using magik is something many would laugh at. And once I would have been one of the people laughing. Of course that was before I started researching faerie lore and magik for a story I was writing at the time. And as a friend once said, the more you learn about the supernatural, the more the supernatural pays attention to you.
I'd always believed there's things out there that can't be explained. Growing up I'd encountered too many odd occurrences to not believe this. But magic and the supernatural were not an explanation I had originally considered. That changed while writing a short story I'd called “The Dragonlord”. In that story I had a scientist who was obsessed with proving magic was real, and a pixie as his friend and mentor in magic. Mind you, I tend to research things for my stories. So I did a lot of research at the time on the fair folk and magic.
Not stage magic either, the real thing. And not the whitewashed disney fairytales, but the old ones. Celtic folklore, Germanic folklore, Scandinavian folklore too. You know, the real thing. And then the weird stuff had began happening. Books vanishing from plain sight, only to reappear right where they vanished from the day I had to return them to the library or to a friend. My modem constantly losing power was another of the unexplained things. In fact, at one point I set up a digital camera to record the back of my modem. And when I watched the playback, the power cord for the modem had been pulled out and pushed back in by something unseen multiple times.
Other odd things also kept happening. That had continued happening until I announced aloud that that if whoever was messing with my modem stopped, I would leave out a saucer of milk at night twice a week once I was able to buy groceries in a week's time. The problems with my modem stopped immediately. And they didn't start up again until I forgot to buy milk while at the store. A run down to McDonalds since the stores were closed already for a couple chugs of milk and the problems stopped once more. I'd been leaving out milk twice a week like clockwork since then. And each morning the milk would be gone.
Since then I'd had other weird things happen. Including the central character in a story I wrote actually arguing with me. The words typing themselves on my screen as I watched. That had gotten... scary by the time the story was finished. But it had given me some possible evidence to support the multiple world theory. And now it seemed I was living proof. Hopefully the fact I had been faithful to the compact I made with whatever fae liked bothering me would be in my favor.
Sitting in my newly created ritual circle, I began to chant. “As friend to Faerie I beseech thee Yanon. As keeper of compact I request thy aid. Aid in healing. Aid in coming battle against Count Irizyn's forces. Aid to protect the innocent. As friend to Faerie I beseech thee Yanon. As keeper of compact I request thy aid. Aid in healing. Aid in coming battle against Count Irizyn's forces. Aid to protect the innocent. As friend to Faerie I beseech thee Yanon. As keeper of compact I request thy aid. Aid in healing. Aid in coming battle against Count Irizyn's forces. Aid to protect the innocent.”