Magic Training

Having proved himself in Endurance, Osiris was told that he needed to train and hone his magic next so he went deep into his homelands this time, crossing an old wood and rope bridge to an area he used to frequent when he was a child; the waterfall. Unsure of how to start at first when he’d reached the waterfall, he’d cut a small part of his tail to study the magic in hopes of learning how to manage it then he took a seat on an outcropping in front of the waterfall, crossing his legs with his back to the flowing water.

He closed his eyes with his hands resting loosely in his lap and started to breathe slowly and deeply, sending himself into a slow, deep meditation. As he meditated, Osiris felt his magic underneath his skin, flowing through his veins in his deep concentration. Drawing in a deep breath, he exhaled slowly then opened his eyes, the golden color of them glowing with a hint of deep purple from his magic.

Drawing himself up onto his feet, Osiris felt his magic gathering in his hands and at his feet so he started to move fluidly much like the monks he’d read about, his magic lightly dancing along his limbs with each movement, the air lightly crackling with the magic flowing from him. Picking up his movements, the magic crackled and hissed with the faster movement of his body then he quickly slapped his palms together in front of him, the magic cracking a little like lightning when he slapped his palms together and he felt a sudden surge in his body, like his magic was more alive in a sense.

Exhaling, Osiris felt pleased with his magic training and hoped that that would prove to be enough for Night and Light as well as their leader.