Musical Muses & Magickal Storms

My Hunny gave me my Valentine’s day gift early. He’s as bad as I am about that. When we buy something for the other it’s like we can’t wait to give it to the other. :) I love him so much. He gave me the album “An Ancient Muse” from Loreena McKennitt and “Afterglow” from Sarah McLachlan. *squeals in delight*. I have variant musical taste but I’ve been waiting for these two for a long time. Well, to be more precise some of the particular songs on them.

Anyways, below you will find a sudden burst of inspiration that hit me in the head between reading an anime character’s description and listening to some of my new tunes.

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He hums, swinging his arms wildly as he walks. The soft grass passing beneath his feet with each stride of his long gangly legs. The wind whips around him and he turns into it letting it embrace him. His long auburn locks fall into his face and interrupt his vision. He keeps turning and waving his arms to and fro feeling the flow of everything in the air around him.

The song is in his bones now. As old as the earth and as cold as the ocean. As wild as the wind and as warm as the flame’s first kiss.

The magickal storm has broken and he dances in celebration.

The rhythm is ancient and primal, known to no one but those who chance upon it. Branches move and sway, leaves clatter in the wind. Mother nature adding her own chorus to this ritual of movement and sound. Still, he hums. The sound light and unbroken, a single string of song that only he can comprehend.

It moves through him.

The boy turns and turns. Spinning faster until he feel unsteady and begins to tilt on this axis untapped energy. He is free here- in this place of constant movement. Nothing can tether him down or touch him in this world of turns and tunes. He opens his arms wider to catch the passing wind as it both cools and chills his fevered flesh.

His legs give way and he falls. His back hitting the soft green grass with a ‘shush’ of air hissing and blades bending beneath him. His chest rises and falls and the midday sun gently sooths him. He can feel his heart throbbing- badump, badump, badump.

The wind is leaving now, not dead, merely moving onto the next dancer and the trees fall into silence all around. The storm has passed but the magick remains tense in the soundless air. All is silent aside from the steady ‘badump’ of his heart. A smile tugs the corners of his lips almost painfully and he sighs.

His breathing slower now he begins to hum again. The simplistic music of a simple child, strong enough to summon a storm, and sweet enough to banish all trace.

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This isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written but it is by far the least planned and in a way I felt more free in my writing of this than anything else. On a side note: you may notice I spell magic with a K at the end. This is not an error but part of a belief of mine. The K is used to denote the difference between illusion, such as a magician pulling a rabbit out of his… let’s say is hat or the elemental magick of mother nature. C is for illusion and CK is for the real stuff. Real enough to me as it is.

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