merriweather, the wizards apprentice watches his master weave his magick sigils in the air, around the room candles and incense burn, but the master is in deep meditation, concentration, sweat falls, his eyes focused ahead, through the ether, realms are revealed, portals opened, all dimensions are passing through the strange dark matter of circular energy that hovers between the wizards old hands.
merriweather watches with admiration and love, he understands this is something he cannot influence, it is his masters journey, to unravel the tragedy and restore balance.
merriweather wants to help, he wants his master to be healed, his own healing is intrinsically tied in with his masters for such is the occult symbiotic relationship they have shared for 30 years.
the master is now singing his words, he is playing his music, merriweather loves this part the best, sound permeates the chamber, enveloping every space. the portal begins to pulse and change into a rich tapestry of purple light. the old man smiles, there it is, a spinning orb of light, all probability, all potential.
merriweather looks on in wonder as the old wizard starts to draw the portal around him. a magnificent array of light bursts forth and the wizard vanishes into it's luminescence.
merryweather is left standing in the room, all candles have been extinguished and a stillness haunts the chamber. it's void is uncanny, as if a vacuum. the younger man is scared, he doesn't know if he should break the circle, and he is frozen in his tracks. his thoughts run wild, what if the wizard never returns, what if the old man is trapped somewhere and needs help, how would he, a young apprentice be able to assist.
he wracked his brain, searching through his memories, incantations, spells, procedures and enchantments, there must be something there, a spell he could use.
then almost without thinking he stepped into the circle. immediately the candles inflamed themselves. the atmosphere returned to normal. he had the spell, he had seen the wizard use it once when he had lost imajica the cat, a retrieval spell.
he steadied himself, visualized the circle and re enforced the shield around him, he stopped short from casting the banishing ritual, for a moment he was unsure, he took out his joint and smoked a little until he was in an altered state of consciousness then he launched into the retrieval spell.
the words came from deep inside, booming out, commanding and inherently filled with power, almost immediatly the vortex appeared. this time it was a glorious yellow light, it pulsed and throbbed as before but remained yellow.
merriweather took a deep breath and pointed his crystal at the sphere of light. he directed it to change from yellow to purple, and it slowly transformed, and grew larger, engulfing the whole circle and them the room, merriweather stood his ground and held the space. then when he was certain the wizard was backl he cast the banishing rite and everything ceased.
they sat together merriweather and the wizard, smoking their herbs and drinking their teas.
'where were you master?'
'i was everywhere and yet i was really nowhere.'
'did i do the right thing and bring you back.'
'only time will tell young merriweather, time will tell.'