There is a magic born of Sacrifice. The death of something, it’s loss, it’s erasure from
There is a magic born of Sacrifice. The death of something, it’s loss, it’s erasure from the world creates a release of magic, wild and unknowable, almost untameable unless one works with purpose. Here are sacrifices known: A life for a life, a life to protect a life, the magic born of death so very much more powerful than that of life. Blood for blood, blood dripped onto the ground as curses flare out, latch on, bind themselves to the target with the sheer and unforgiving power of pain. Safety - sanity - for freedom of magic, power ripping out from beneath the skin, the final decision to no longer hide, to take vengeance for the pain wrought at risk of existence. A sacrifice known: silence and loss, voices going unheard. A sacrifice given: a book, burned, knowledge of conquerors and colonisers taken from the world forever. What is gained, from this magic of sacrifice, and of loss? Why, any student of Laveau’s will tell you. Magic more than one might have alone. (Image Source) -- source link
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