"Big Presentation to Entire Company + Severe Cold + Loss of Voice + Child with stomach virus + No Sleep + First Writer's Conf Ever + Unprepared Pitch = ACK!"
But thankfully, we have magical worlds to escape to. Here are the instructions:
Write or share something you've already written that, to you, shows the nature of magic. It can be an excerpt from your WIP, something you've written especially, poetry, whatever strikes your fancy. It just needs to show the nature of magic as it exists for you or for those you write about. Unless you're writing poetry, try to keep the entries somewhere between 250-1000 words.
So, here is Marenya's first experience with creating an orb of light. She can light a fire, which any Hanorja can do, but only the elevja, or magically-gifted royals, can do more sophisticated magic. Or so she thinks.
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The cavern was dark. Raynor had completely disappeared, taking the light with him. She called out, but her voice was swallowed by the sound of the water. What do I do now? she thought.
Cast a light.
The words came unbidden to her mind. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Could she do that?
If you can make a fire, you can make a light.
She tried what Raynor had done – opening her hand as if throwing something into the air. Nothing happened. She tried again, but as she did so she thought of fire. Again, nothing happened. Frowning, she thought for a moment, and tried again, this time thinking not of fire but of the yellow sun. To her amazement, a small, bright orb left her hand and floated above her.
Perhaps all of the magic didn’t belong to the kings.