𝔸 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 | By : Sessakag Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Two
Ritual
Before you read, go back to chapter one! It ’s been re-written with new details and information!
Hinata
Land of Giants
February 2, 2000
Hinata gazed down into the valley from the highest hill overlooking the Land of Giants, her pale eyes moving slowly, apprehensively from one corner to the next. A vibrant combination of lush green and hopeless browns, the lowland boasted beautiful mountains stretching high into the night sky, infrequent paths of healthy grass and rolling hills, and an abundance of dying vegetation and dried up rivers. It was a wasteland struggling to recover.
She wasn’t worried about her ability to survive in this flagging environment.
It was the inhabitants that terrified her.
There were…Naturals living here.
So, so many Naturals.
Compacted giants of various races; Cyclopes, Gegeines, Ogres, Ettin.
She hadn’t seen a single one of the dreaded Hecatoncheires, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t lurking within the steep mountains.
She spotted several Trolls interwove in the populous, Goblins and even a few Orcs.
Coexisting, peacefully.
Sharing space as thought it were natural. They’d shaped this former graveyard into a thriving town, a modern pocket of civilization. They had homes of bricks and steel, businesses and shops brightly lit not with the power of magic, but…electricity.
They wore clothes like witches, and seemed to speak a unified language.
She stood scared and fascinated.
There was very little information about the industrial era of Naturals back home and those tales had grossly under prepared her naive mind for reality.
Pulling her tan cloak tighter over her head, Hinata turned and made her way down her overlook.
She needn’t go into town.
It was too dangerous, even with her current glamour. Her enchantment, masked her scent, colored her dark violet hair brown, her lilac eyes ebony and transformed her face to that of an older, nondescript human but she felt uneasy testing the waters in a den full of creatures looking to tie her to a pole and set her alight.
If she was lucky.
She swallowed sickly.
There were stories of witches that suffered far worse than being burned alive.
She couldn’t afford to be captured.
Reaching for comfort, Hinata gripped the beat-up silver locket resting against her breast, drawing strength as it pulsed with life, whispering a soft prayer to Versius until she calmed.
She would avoid the city, scavenge the surrounding woodland and caves for what she needed.
She spent hours wandering unpopulated areas, hoping her illuminating spell didn’t interfere with her glamour. Magic was tricky, and in her case, could be volatile.
Unstable.
She checked a few streams every half hour, inspecting her reflections for signs that her true self was leaking from her illusion.
She was safe each time.
With her spell to fit her feeble sight with night vision and the piercing light of the double moons above, Hinata could see nearly as well as she could during daylight hours.
It was thanks to the factors she came across a gold mine.
She was walking carefully down a flower laden hill when she was it. There was a strange area up ahead, 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.
Heart pounding, she hurried over.
At its edge, she sensed it.
A stirring, like the softest breath brushing her senses.
Gathering her skirts, 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. It glowed brightly in the night, piecing the surrounding blackness with vivid 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.
She had to have them.
It wasn’t much, but she wouldn’t complain, every little bit mattered.
“Beneath the power of magic,” her hand sank through earth as she chanted her spell, “the natural world shall bend.”
She stooped, pressing through earth up to her shoulder, feeling the earth churning around her fingers. 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 back beneath her skin.
Turning and rotating her discovery, Hinata examined the skeletal remnant. It was smooth and cloudy and looked every inch its thousand years, even so, very few cracks marred its surface.
A testament to the durability of a Giant.
She placed it inside her satchel with careful hands as though her gentle handed handling would cause the degradation being trapped beneath tons of earth hadn’t been able to accomplish. Tucking it 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.
She found a cave a while back, perfect for shelter. There were plenty of fruits to eat nearby and a small collection of deeper inside, a little pool of clean water.
Her feet were aching by the time she found it again.
Her legs felt heavy, her muscles tense.
She pressed on, knowing she’d have time to rest later.
Setting her satchel down on the dirt floor of her cave, she gathered some sticks and dry leaves and piled them up in the middle of her small dwelling. Squatting, she blew across the kindling, infusing magic in her breath.
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. Once finished, she drew a large circle in the dirt, then a smaller one in, 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 bones, and placed the them in the very center of her eight-trigram ritual circuit.
Bringing two fingers face level and hovering her other hand over the bones, she closed her eyes and started the ritual.
She started a rhythmic chant, her melodious voice echoing.
The world around felt slowed and stifling.
Her small fire crackled, the sounds of nature at the lip of the cave quieted. Feeling in tune with her magic, she stopped her chant and launched int her 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 point. Hushed whispers caressed her ears, icy fingers swept her skin. She swallowed back the sounds of terror lodged in her throat, tampered that familiar panic that screamed for her to run and focused instead 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, she 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 it 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 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, she opened the 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 flow as best she could.
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.
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Got the plot lined up for the most part, so here ’s another chapter for you all. Let me know what you think!
Laters
Sessakag~
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