Book in hand I do it again, the spell. This time with more care in my words and more control with my hands.
"Yeen-kung."
Nothing.
I relook at the translated words. Written on the side in hand scribbles almost like an afterthought. As if the intended reader in a random moment decided that maybe those who used latin may also want to know the spell. Even though the entire book was written in latin except for the spells themselves. Copy and pasted using stamp ink to copy it, from something else much older. Far more enticing than the ridiculous scribbles I was attempting to read.
'Yincang.'
I take a deep breath. Holding my hands closer, almost against me. My fingers more interlaced. I say it again.
"Yee-nn kahng."
Suddenly my hands have black and purple colored smoke swirling around them. It stings all across my tongue and my shoulders.
I hold my position, even with the pain, keeping my hands just as they are.
The smokey colors swirly faster and faster. Going so fast they no longer look to be swirling now, more like clouds around my skin. Just centimeters from touching my flesh. With it the stinging increases to more of a spike in pain, hurting enough my shoulders stiffen and my tongue tries to twitch back, but I still maintain my stance. Still not letting any other words out. Another moment passes and I start to feel the burn that was described.
Burning in my eyes, blurring my vision so that my room is colored in hues of violet and midnight. It's then I do the second part.
"Soomnun Jangso."
It had been scribbled too, as 'sumneun jangso'. Also from a much more pretty and older looking writing that had been stamped on. Same writing as the word, literally the exact same sharp lines and curved notches, should be the same word, but the latin was different. I didn't recognize the language at all, maybe they were different and I just missed something. It wasn't too important to me though. I got the color changes, and currently the burning pain now leaving my eyes and seeping back into only shoulders. Causing my hands to shake without my control due to the strength of it.
It tried to wait the full time it said, 'six paces', but I caved in four. My arms dropping like ragdolls as relief swept over me the minute the burning dissipated like bucket of water killing the smallest of flames. I felt weak but I didn't care.
Until my hands brushed against my chest. Checking for the necklace. It wasn't there, like I intended, but something else felt different across my skin, further down my chest. Over and slightly above my breasts.
With uncanny speed for such a small distance, I make my way to a mirror in my room. Eyes darting toward the perfect reflection and the barely noticeable color change where my hand touched. A hint of grey perfectly reflecting against the light nearby. My feet make there way backwards on their own.
As I step away from the light it becomes less visible on the darkened side. Though it doesn't change it from still being there.
Like a permanent tattoo.
Shit.
I press against the raised skin once more.
"That's not coming out."
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