“Do not forget the reason you were chosen Desidarius.” A robed man stood across the ambrosia fountain from Kira, his eyes sad.
“I will not forget and your sacrifice shall not be in vain.” The voice that left Kira’s voice was not her own, and its masculine tones reverberated with loss and determination. Her body sank into a kneeling position in front of the fountain and her hands, far larger than her own, reached forward to clasp the lip.
“Then we shall begin.” The man stepped back into a circle of robed men and they joined hands. She felt them begin to build up their power and thrust it into her body. Her head was thrown back with the force of it as she felt each link holding her soul to her body being severed one by one. She began to lost consciousness as the last link was broken, and the last thing she was aware of was her face falling into the Ambrosia.
Kira suddenly collapsed, her head striking the ground with a sickening thud. It took all of Corvus’ willpower not to step forward. Protocol was clear. No matter what happened, do not break the circle until the initiated mage opened her eyes.
But then, Kira grasped her temples and started to scream. “Who are you? How did you get in my head? Get out, Get Out, GET OUT!” She curled into a ball and her magic erupted around her all at once before suddenly focusing inward, creating a great pressure in the room. The torches flickered and then suddenly died as the force of her magic drew upon their energy, leaving only whisps of smoke to ascertain their previous existence
If she continued, Kira would surely destroy herself. He had to stop her.
But just as suddenly as her magic had begun to rage out of control, it stopped. The magical pressure released and the torches flickered back to life as Kira froze in place and Corvus stared at her face in amazement as a black tattoo slowly curled out of her left eye. It snaked away from her eye, questing outwards until a tight spiral was fully formed from the corner of eye.