It all starts with first impressions(Satara)(Past)

[Madoc Hawk]

Fascinating it always was to see the powers that were bestowed, or rather that powers learned. The abilities that many possessed and used them for their own gains. While always in his mine he hoped they were used for the right reasons. Life wasn't always swathed in light though. There was a good side and bad side to every single person. Madoc closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath as he watched the piece of wood that was just recently cut apart moved towards them slowly,steady, calmly as was the indidivual that was wielding such power. Madoc glanced over to the Clan Mother and then nodded his head once as his eyes turned back to the piece of wood.

"Yes,I understand how it works."

Madoc slowly moved to a squatting position just so that it looked as if he was on the ground with one knee. The words seemed as if they were the spell itself, but the slave in his own mind had his own interpretation. Maybe it was the same as others, or maybe it was completely different, it didn't matter to him either way. The words could be seen as a transfer, a way of voicing the powers and abilities, the gifts that were bestowed upon them. Madoc was well aware that not everyone was gifted with this magic. The true nature and power of such things came from the individual saying the words, not the words themselves.

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[Satara Hawk]

He understood. Satara nodded and reached into her pocket and got out a small piece of parchment, quill and small bottle of ink. She put it down on the floor and mumbled again: "Dai poteri delle streghe prima di me, mi viene il potere sugli oggetti, mi il potere di muoversi come vedo in forma!" At her command, the quill reached for the ink and began to scribble the words of the spell in two lines.

When she was done, she let the parchment raise and hover in front of Madoc, offered to him. "There is your first spell, Madoc. We'll do your Trial by Fire with the Telekinesis spell. If you do this well, we may continue. You have one hour." As it had been done to her, Satara was now doing to Madoc. There was a time limit and a protocol to be followed. If a Witch failed her Trial by Fire, even if they had potential, they would still be banned from training. Such was their tradition, their ways. If Madoc wanted this opportunity, he would have to go through the same process.

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[Madoc Hawk]

Madoc took the spell and looked it over, and over again. It seemed simple enough by some standards. But he knew not everyone could get passed this first but then he wasn't quite worried about it like he was sure others were. The slave was in some and many ways prepared for this moment. And he wasn't about to falter, not know. Madoc rolled the piece of parchment up and held it in his hand at first, his eyes closed saying the words in his mind at first, repeating them over and over. One hour to cast the spell five time successfully. The first time Madoc took a deep breath and muttered the words as doing so, he felt an elevation in his heartbeat. Blood pressure was on the rise, this could be known even by him, he wasn't a fool in such things. The air around him became very hot, small beads of sweat began to form across his brow as he the words were uttered and the log that was before him started to move, briefly at first but as Madoc steadied his breath and focused with his being. Slowly the log began to rise slowly in the air until it came to a steady halt in the air. Madoc was trembling, just briefly until the log was lowered and he stumbled and dropped to one knee. Madoc wiped the sweat from his brow and caught his breath as he waited several minutes before attempted the spell once again.

This was to get done, it was the only way. He knew this, while he had heard this was fatal sometimes. Madoc knew the price, once again. the words to the spell were spoken just as easily as the could have been said, and immediately as before his heart beat started to increase, but not as much as before. He closed his eyes afterwards and it seemed like he was now walking on a field. Like he got sucked into a alternate place. Looking around he could see himself in the distance, but something was different he was....older. He looked up and it seemed like black tendrils were lashing at him. Madoc never held fear in him, not in the slightest. But this time he was certainly there. A small chill going up his body as he watched the tendrils whip at him at the older version of himself was wincing out in pain as he was still doing everything that he was now. Madoc never wondered what would have happened should this not work. He didn't really have much time to deal with something that he didn't want to happen. False hope was something that he didn't have time for. His eyes opened up and he was sweating once more, pushing through whatever it was a dream,hallucination, the log began to rise slowly and with steady breathing again the log began to lower.

He took breath again, rested for a few moments. His mind now on this trial but on the dark tendrils and what they meant. The slave felt it was something dark in nature, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Perhaps he would ask Satara whenever this was done and over with. If anyone could provide some insight on this it would be her. Over the next two times the spell the phrase "Dai poteri delle streghe prima di me, mi viene il potere sugli oggetti, mi il potere di muoversi come vedo in forma!" Those two times were slightly easier than the other. Time passed on in between each turn, over and over the cycle went. His heart rate not as fast as the previous time. The final time proved to be the less of all of them. Focusing instead on the axe that he had been using most of the day. While he was sure other objects would be more easier and yet tougher to overcome considering the rate. The axe rose steadily in the air demonstrating the fifth time that the spell was to be cast upon something. Madoc unsure if the hour was up yet or not. He had lost track of the time, and in truth wasn't exactly bothered by it before. The slaved looked to the piece of parchment in his hand and took another steady breath as his eyes began to scan for Satara.

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[Satara Hawk]

Satara merely stood there, watching as the man began studying the spell. Time passed and he finally began casting. Turn by turn, he showed little bit of progress, slowly progressing. It was good for someone starting. Witches were usually brought into this very young, after which their destiny was decided on. Despite his advanced age, Madoc was doing pretty good.

The Witch remained quiet, observing the whole thing. The way he pronounced, the way the magic responded to him. Both things mattered. He was doing both things well.

When finally he had completed the spells and its five tries, their eyes met and she nodded. Very well. "Good." But that wasn't all of it. He had now proved he was able. That was not the Trial itself though. That was the trick of it all. Something Witches learned only once they began. "Now, repeat after me. You'll require the Spell of Focus for the next step."

Inhaling deep, Satara recalled the words: "Mae ge un ni'ye Allya el naho mit'awa wo'ceki'ye, mak'u nit'awa sha'lom." Once she had spoken it, Satara looked to Madoc to see if he had gotten it and whether she would need to repeat it. There were longer versions of the spell, written down many years ago but this one was short and thus somewhat easier.

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[Madoc Hawk]

Madoc closed his eyes for a moments and took a deep breath and as soon as he heard the Clan Mother say the word 'Good' His eyes opened up and then he turned and looked to her standing up fully straightening himself up slightly as he readied and prepared with his best ability for the next step, and part. The spell she spoke rolled of her tongue very smoothly he noticed, of course that was expected. What he found which was easier was to say it in his head, and then from their the body and such would take care of the rest. 1....2....3...

"Mae ge un ni'ye Allya el naho mit'awa wo'ceki'ye, mak'u nit'awa sha'lom." Madoc finally said, the words spoke rather easily enough or so he thought. He glanced to Satara as he waited for the next part. Madoc then repeated it again just reconfirm what he had said in case he said it wrong, the more it was said the better. In his own mind and thoughts anyway.

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[Satara Hawk]

Once [member="Madoc Hawk"] had pronounced the words correctly, Satara nodded slowly. "Good. Now, concentrate and use the spell. Feel the magic, feel the boost it gives you." It was extremely important for him to feel it and even more so for her to know he had achieved it because without it, any attempt at high level spells could hurt him.

"Give me a sign when you feel it," the Witch pointed out but offered no explanation to what he was supposed to feel or how. It was hard to describe ad yet so obvious when it struck the caster.