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𝔸 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two
Ritual

Hinata

Land of Giants

February 2, 2000

Gazing down into the massive valley from the highest point overlooking the Land of Giants, Hinata scanned the landscape surrounding her next destination, pale eyes moving slowly, apprehensively, from one corner to the other.
A vibrant combination of lush green and hopeless browns, the lowland boasted beautiful mountains, some of which were enclosed behind gargantuan sized ivory walls connected to super sized gate that stretched so high into the night sky that it gave the illusion it extended into the cosmos. Infrequent, curbing paths of healthy grass and rolling hills wound around and inside the stronghold, an abundance of dying vegetation and dried up rivers accenting the tragic terrain on both sides of the walls.
The Land of Giants was a wasteland still struggling to recover from the devastating aftermath of witchcraft.
She could see pockets of dying magic all over this land she’d need to avoid, and sensed threads of incomplete curses lingering like fading ribbons that she might be able to unravel and dispel completely. For witch not steeped in the dark arts, the left over fallout from battles and atrocities long past was an extra layer of hazards to the already inhospitable area.
She’d have to take care here, certainly, but Hinata wasn’t too worried about her ability to survive in this flagging environment.
It was the inhabitants residing within the enormous ivory walls she feared more.
There were…Naturals living there.
Hundreds upon hundreds of real live Naturals, and not just any Naturals either.
Giants.
Various races of compacted giants; Cyclopes, Gegeines, Ogres, Ettin, some even a mix of giants.
Thankfully, Hinata hadn’t seen a single one of the dreaded Hecatoncheires, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t lurking within the steep mountains or behind the formidable walls of the village.
She spotted several Trolls interwoven in the populous, Goblins and even a few Orcs.
All coexisting, peacefully.
Sharing space as thought it were natural.
She found this particularly interesting considering the bloody history many of these creatures shared with each other, and their historical dislike for the very existence of each other.
Amazed, Hinata leaned forward on her high perch as she watched the Naturals move through their lives.
This particular piece of land was once a final resting ground for powerful beings. The Naturals that had made it their home had shaped this former graveyard into a thriving town, a moderate pocket of civilization that was in the infancy stage of industrialization. They had homes of bricks and steel, businesses and shops brightly lit not with the power of magic, but…electricity.
They wore woven clothes just as witches did, and seemed to speak a unified language.
Despite the her apprehension, she was fascinated by the vast changes time had wrought.
There was very little information about this industrial era of Naturals back home and those depictions had grossly under prepared her for the reality of it.
Pulling her tan cloak tighter over her head, Hinata turned and made her way down the overlook.
She needn’t go into town.
It was too dangerous, even wearing her current glamour.
Her enchantment masked and replaced her scent with something more subtle, colored her violet hair a chestnut brown, placed a deep, pupil dotted honey lens over her pupiless lilac eyes, and transformed her young face to that of an older, nondescript human. Glamours worked best when building upon the users actual form and species, and while hers was better than most, a normal human disguise probably wouldn’t help her keep a low profile in the village considering she hadn’t seen a single human within in it, or anywhere around it. She knew there were small populations of humans that lived in this world, but, she felt uneasy testing the waters in a den full of creatures that would no doubt tie her to a pole and set her alight should they even suspect what she truly was.
If she was lucky.
She swallowed sickly.
There was no shortage of horrific tales of witches caught by Naturals, stories detailing the unspeakable suffering they endured at their hands, acts far worse than being burned alive.
Hinata couldn’t afford to be captured, and not just because she might make a grizzly end.
This was bigger than just her life.
So much bigger.
So much so she feared she might not be the right person for this task.
That she would fail and put this world and hers in great peril.
Reaching for comfort, for reassurance, Hinata wrapped delicate fingers tightly around the beat-up silver locket resting against her breasts, drawing strength as it pulsed with life, softly whispering a chanting charm of protection to Versius until she calmed.
She would avoid the city, continue to scavenge the surrounding wasteland and caves for what she needed.
Focusing her mind on the small task she could handle, Hinata spent hours wandering unpopulated areas, hoping her Illuminating spell wasn’t interfering with her glamour.
Magic was tricky, and in her case, unstable and sometimes volatile.
There was never any fool proof way to predict every possible outcome of a single spell, even worse when mixing them. She checked a few struggling streams every once in a while, inspecting her reflection for signs that her true self was leaking through her illusion.
She was safe every time she looked.
Seamless and stable.
Feeling much more confident after the third look, Hinata weaved a smaller spell to enhance her sight, tuning it until it was akin to the night vision of a nocturnal predator. Coupled with the luminous light of the double moons above, Hinata could see just as well as she could during daylight hours.
It was thanks to these factors and her Illumination spell that she came across a gold mine.
She was following one of those rare paths where flowers and grass were just beginning to bud and thrive, tracking the signs of new life, she spotted a familiar in response to her Illumination spell in the distance. She headed towards it, kicking her sedate walk into a light jog. There was a strange area at the end of the path, a place on the ground where grass seemed unwilling to grow. Healthy and vibrant, teeming with life, those green blade were turned outward, shifting away from this cedar colored circle.
Excitement tapped her pulse as she rushed over to it.
Stopping at it’s edge, Hinata’s wide eyes traced the anomaly in the grass, instantly feeling the source of the natural disruption.
A stirring, like the softest breath brushed her senses.
Gathering the hem of her long dress and cloak, Hinata knelt besides the dark patch of dirt.
Reaching out a dainty hand, she held it a few inches from the darkened grit, pushing magic to her eyes in the process. Small veins crept into the corner of her milky depths beneath the glamour, her near translucent pupils outlining to see beyond the packed earth. Three objects, gray and curved lay buried below, one the size of a large dinner plate, the others nearly half it’s size.
She pressed her hand onto the dirt.
Her ring, a golden band showcasing a sizable shiny pearl, flickered then hummed to life.
Glowing brightly in the oppressive night, its vivid light pieced straight through the surrounding darkness captivating kaleidoscope of color.
There was power here, faint yet dense and potent.
Ancient.
Her brows creased as she unraveled its history and collected information.
This chakra felt incredibly old, distinctively primitive, pre-augmentation and untouched by magic. Completely pure. Heavier than any chakra she had ever come across in her life.
This had to be bones from a Giant, mere shards considering the sizes.
She squinted.
Definitely fragments.
But they were worth harvesting.
It wasn’t much, but she wouldn’t complain, every little bit mattered.
“Reality is a state that magic can suspend,” her hand sank through earth as she wove her spell, the spoken words adding strength to her channeling, “and beneath its power, the natural world shall bend.”
She stooped, pressing through dirt up to her shoulder, feeling the earth churning around her fingers, the contracting motion pushing the bones up towards the surface. A few seconds passed then suddenly, something solid filled her hand.
She pulled it out.
A low sound of excitement left her throat, veins retreating beneath the skin at the corners of her eyes.
Turning and rotating her discovery, Hinata examined the skeletal remnant. It was smooth and cloudy and looked every inch its thousands of years of existence, even so, very few cracks marred its surface, and the bone felt as indestructible as time itself.
A testament to the durability of a Giant.
She placed the smallest of the bunch inside her satchel with careful hands, as though her gentle handling would be the catalyst for the deterioration that eons of being trapped beneath several tons of pressure and dirt hadn’t been able to accomplish. Tucking her now bulging satchel back beneath her cloak, she reached for the other pieces, pulling them out one by one and packing them up.
She looked around as she stood, straining to make out any shadows that didn’t belong.
Her magic was unrefined, raw and unpolished.
It wouldn’t take much for a Natural to sense the disruption.
Seeing nothing and no one, she retreated to the dense recesses of the forest.
There was a cave she spotted a while back, the most ideal place for shelter she had been able to find while traversing the mostly wasteland. It was tucked between large trees and brush, situated near a cluster of berry bushes and a tree baring fruit she hadn’t had a chance to test for edibility. A few paces behind the cave, there was a little stream of clean water she could drink from.
Her feet were aching by the time she found it again.
Her legs dragging as she crossed over the threshold, her sore muscles throbbing as she moved deeper into the darkened cave.
She ignored it, pressing forward, knowing she’d have time to rest later.
Right now, there was work to be done.
Expanding her Illumination spell, tuning it to detect other life forms, Hinata searched the cave for bears, beasts or anything that could pose a threat.
In her search, the heat signature of a bear illuminated through the rocky walls.
Hinata wove a lure, an artificial scent of the bear’s favorite food and waited for the mammal to vacate the cave of it’s own accord.
While it made it’s way out, Hinata busied herself gathering dry, gnarled branches and crisp leaves for a fire.
The bear passed her by as she headed back into the cave, too enraptured by the scent to pay her any mind. She couldn’t help but smile as it wandered by, it was cute and fuzzy, a lot different than the bears back home.
Setting her satchel down on the dirt floor once inside the cave, Hinata looked for a flat spot to start a fire.
She decided on a spot a bit further in.
Hinata piled her tender together first; a few thin twigs and dry leaves in a neat pile, then, grabbing the thicker sticks, she placed them atop in the shape of an x. Satisfied with the structure, Hinata tossed on a few more leaves.
Infusing magic to her lips, Hinata blew onto the sticks and leaves.
A fire stirred, and caught, bathing the cave in heat and light.
Task complete, Hinata untied her cloak and placed it over a stray rock.
She took a moment to dust her lavender colored gown, adjusting the long sleeves and retying the string tied beneath her heavy bosom. Grabbing a large stick from her left over gathering expedition and satchel, she found a fairly flat spot further back, and cleared it of rocks with a magic induced current. Once finished, she drew a large circle in the dirt, then a smaller one inside before inscribing kanji on it’s outer rink, outside the larger one and inside the smaller.
Finished, she knelt in the middle, fished out the recovered bone inside, and placed it in the very center of her eight-trigram ritual circuit.
Reaching out with her sense, Hinata floated the other bones into the circle.
They touched down beside the other bone.
Bringing two fingers face level as a focal point, and hovering her other hand over the bones, Hinata closed her eyes, rapidly channeling her magic until it built up and overflowed.
Filling the little cavern, and wrapping around all living beings inside it.
She started a rhythmic chant, her melodious voice echoing.
The world around felt sluggish and floaty.
As though she were caught in a vortex in which time churned at a snails pace.
A heavy hush fell over the interior, snuffing out the crackling of her fire, muting the sounds of nature slipping through the mouth of the cave, disconnecting her from the physical world and tuning her deeper into the spiritual realm that interwove it.
Feeling in tune with her magic, Hinata allowed her channeling chant to fade.
Taking a breath, feeling the focal point of her fingers, Hinata began the dreaded incantation.
“I call upon she who shall not be named,” she whispered into the night, feeling power on her lips, “the deity of suffering, the harborer of pain.”
The eight-trigram circle flared to life, blue flames bursting from each kanji anchor point. Hushed whispers caressed her ears, icy fingers swept her skin. She swallowed back the sounds of terror lodged in her throat, tamping down that familiar feeling of panic that screamed for her to run, instead focusing on making her lips move, to push her voice through her windpipe.
“Through Hizashi’s covenant formed in rain, I offer this sacrament for power and gain.”
The flames grew dark, melding into putrid voids that bent and warped light within range, raising her violet locks as thought touched by lightening.
Acceptance of her offering.
Heart pounding, nausea rising, Hinata spoke the final word of her incantation, “consume.”
Chakra rose from the old bones, streams of cerulean and deep crimson flowing from its shiny surface. Red roaring with the intensity of physical energy and blue humming with the vitality of spiritual energy. They twined, touched her outstretched palm and began to metabolized, stripping away that laden identity and coherency belonging to the long since perished Giant, transforming into a generic force devoid of its previous memories and experiences.
A raw essence her body could absorb.
Hinata channeled this cleansed power, guiding it up her outstretched arm, through her body and out through her other hand. Gentle heat breathed to life, swirling a small sphere of magic at the imaginary focal point right at her two fingertips.
Pressing her magic laden fingertips to her forehead, Hinata opened the valve and let it flow.
She felt a slight tingling on her skin as her seal activated beneath her bangs, temporarily made visible to the naked eye by the ritual.
Magic filled its confines, pouring like an angry waterfall.
She held her breath, guiding the outpouring as best she could.
She wasn’t as good as her mentor at this, her guidance was sloppy, the application marked with the mistakes of a novice, but, it would hold.
Long moments later, it stopped.
A gust of wind rippled over her circle, extinguishing the kanji.
She sighed.
The seal on her forehead faded into obscurity, her hair dropped and that horrendous being disappeared.
Ritual complete.
☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾༶☾

Got the plot lined up for the most part, so here ’s another chapter for you all. Let me know what you think!
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