Fragments Gallery
The Coming New Year
The New Year was coming.
The mage shivered as the energies of the night began to form around her. The power was drawn to her by the enchantment and auras she had placed on the weathered stones surrounding her. One of the ungifted, or anyone without the magically augmented sight which now empowered her, would have seen nothing of the energy flowing through this place but was not one of them. She marvelled at the strength and beauty of that torrent of power.
She stood high in the mountains surrounded by naturally formed rock pillars which reached towards the sky. Those pillars were capped with a solid roof of stone. The entire formation was a structural phenomenon; however its wonder was lost upon the mage. To her it was only a useful structure she could make use of, a conflux she could use to center the gathering of energy.
The power crackled around her bringing tingle to her skin. The magic was now so concentrated here that had she not cast certain wards around herself the power would have consumed her. Even with the wards she could feel the heat of the energy. That heat painfully corroded her defences causing her to wince. The pain was sweet though and she revelled in it and what it meant. Never before had she been surrounded by so much power.
This night when the New Year dawned she would set that power free and open a portal to another world. This world would change come night and she would be the woman who started it all. She would always be remembered, of that she was certain.