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My heart pounded as I forced my way through the storm, blindness almost taking it's toll on me as I failed to see my own way through the snow and the rain. With my own strength being able to manipulate the thawing cold and it's daughters, Snow and Ice, you'd think I'd easily be able to stop the fearsome blizzard. But my own well-being was not a priority - it was theirs. The lives of the ones I loved so dearly.

My recent conversion, my current state, was my only hope.

I am a New-Born Mage. At 15, 16 in a few months, my power was limited and I wasn't a Senior Witch. But I couldn't let these thoughts tread on my hope and confidence. This last resort had to work.

Throwing open the stone door of the Cavern, I threw my white silk cape to the cold grey floor, my ankles completely wrecked in the impractical leather heeled boots I wore. Can't think about that, FOCUS! I dropped to the Circle in the middle of the room, its elegant but faint blue-ish light that remained from the previous ritual I'd performed casting a soft and pleasant aura on the dim, frozen atmosphere. Tears rose in my sore eyes as my thoughts caught up with me: They're going to die, they're all going to die, they're going to die...

"UGH, SHUT UP!"

Panting after my small scolding, I lit a small white candle and placed it in the Circle. I took the cold jar of white rose petals gathering dust on a nearby shelf and sprinkled 17 petals around the candle. "... 15, 16, 17. Underneath the Hunter's Moon, at 20:04 on the 26th of the Ninth, First Day..." It was vital that these numbers were correct, for a spell as strong at this had to have a record for it to work efficiently. I scribbled these measurements down on a scrap sheet of paper luckily next to me. It was funny. Whenever I muttered things like this to myself, he'd give me one look of those emerald eyes and raise an eyebrow. And then my dear sister would say: "She's a Mage, it's what she does!" I smiled among my thoughts. And then I'd expect the gentle pat on the shoulder by that wonderful girl I'd known almost as long as him, her source of power glowing around her neck. That undeniable sapphire ring.

Trying not to burst into tears at the thought of losing more loved ones, I held the pearly candle to the great Sanguine Moon, it's reddish glow casting an eerie presence which sent shudders down my spine. This had to be correct. "O great Hunter's Moon..." I stammered, as tears began escaping from my eyes. "I ask for your protection. Please... Please help them. Please help them all. You are my last hope. Mages and Spirits, Elves and Fairies, gather around to help one of your kind. Send me the energy to protect my loved angels from an evil so horrendous and unforgiving... Lend your power that I may help them..." I began trembling as my hands clasped together, tears threatening to put out the candle. And then I felt it.

A warmth, a familiar sense of joy and hope. And as my blurred eyes opened with fear, I looked up and felt their presence with me. It was as if they were truly by my side, the ruby glow from the Hunter's Moon powering the blood in my veins and setting my cold heart off beating again.

They were safe for now. But I wanted to be with them.

Even if I couldn't save them, I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be in their arms, to hear their laughter, to see their smiles. Standing up, feeling revitalised and ready, I heard a sudden bang at the stone door. Spinning around, ready to blast a barrage of ice sharper than razors at my enemy, I smiled.

Because I had the power of my Moon, and the faith of everyone, with me.

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My heart pounded as I forced my way through the storm, blindness almost taking it's toll on me as I failed to see my own way through the snow and the rain. With my own strength being able to manipulate the thawing cold and it's daughters, Snow and Ice, you'd think I'd easily be able to stop the fearsome blizzard. But my own well-being was not a priority - it was theirs. The lives of the ones I loved so dearly.

My recent conversion, my current state, was my only hope.

I am a New-Born Mage. At 15, 16 in a few months, my power was limited and I wasn't a Senior Witch. But I couldn't let these thoughts tread on my hope and confidence. This last resort had to work.

Throwing open the stone door of the Cavern, I threw my white silk cape to the cold grey floor, my ankles completely wrecked in the impractical leather heeled boots I wore. Can't think about that, FOCUS! I dropped to the Circle in the middle of the room, its elegant but faint blue-ish light that remained from the previous ritual I'd performed casting a soft and pleasant aura on the dim, frozen atmosphere. Tears rose in my sore eyes as my thoughts caught up with me: They're going to die, they're all going to die, they're going to die...

"UGH, SHUT UP!"

Panting after my small scolding, I lit a small white candle and placed it in the Circle. I took the cold jar of white rose petals gathering dust on a nearby shelf and sprinkled 17 petals around the candle. "... 15, 16, 17. Underneath the Hunter's Moon, at 20:04 on the 26th of the Ninth, First Day..." It was vital that these numbers were correct, for a spell as strong at this had to have a record for it to work efficiently. I scribbled these measurements down on a scrap sheet of paper luckily next to me. It was funny. Whenever I muttered things like this to myself, he'd give me one look of those emerald eyes and raise an eyebrow. And then my dear sister would say: "She's a Mage, it's what she does!" I smiled among my thoughts. And then I'd expect the gentle pat on the shoulder by that wonderful girl I'd known almost as long as him, her source of power glowing around her neck. That undeniable sapphire ring.

Trying not to burst into tears at the thought of losing more loved ones, I held the pearly candle to the great Sanguine Moon, it's reddish glow casting an eerie presence which sent shudders down my spine. This had to be correct. "O great Hunter's Moon..." I stammered, as tears began escaping from my eyes. "I ask for your protection. Please... Please help them. Please help them all. You are my last hope. Mages and Spirits, Elves and Fairies, gather around to help one of your kind. Send me the energy to protect my loved angels from an evil so horrendous and unforgiving... Lend your power that I may help them..." I began trembling as my hands clasped together, tears threatening to put out the candle. And then I felt it.

A warmth, a familiar sense of joy and hope. And as my blurred eyes opened with fear, I looked up and felt their presence with me. It was as if they were truly by my side, the ruby glow from the Hunter's Moon powering the blood in my veins and setting my cold heart off beating again.

They were safe for now. But I wanted to be with them.

Even if I couldn't save them, I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be in their arms, to hear their laughter, to see their smiles. Standing up, feeling revitalised and ready, I heard a sudden bang at the stone door. Spinning around, ready to blast a barrage of ice sharper than razors at my enemy, I smiled.

Because I had the power of my Moon, and the faith of everyone, with me.