Elderberry - Dark Ritual (Kairn's Pocky Chain)
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Sigils. The language of the gods. Draw a circle, add a few lines, and poof! All it takes is a touch and a thought and you’ve got fire out of thin air, water out of sand, rocks thrusting up out of the dirt. Sure, Kairn’s not very good at conjuring up much more than sad looks from the Masters, but that doesn’t make the whole idea of it any less exciting, doesn‘t keep him from trying. How many other kids can say they’ve made so much as a little spark out of something they scribbled with a piece of chalk?
Power over life and death, that was the ultimate goal all along. And Master Berwyk makes every effort to remind them so as he paces the room. Like most of the rest of the class, Kairn’s not hearing half the words coming from the man. He’s too busy gaping at the dead rat dangling from his hand.
The old man drops the furry little corpse onto a fresh set of lines and touches the rim while the students hold their breath. Kairn will find out later he’s not the only one to faint when the creature gets up and runs.