A.N. Um. .. People like seem to like this, so I'll continue. Yeah.

Hands glowing blue, pushing gigantic rock aside . . . Sounds like . . . I'm really strong. But I'm not. As I approached terminal velocity, I considered what had recently happened involving my hands and a several tonne rock. Magick? Maybe that Lion seal had been sealing my magick. . . Freezing Hades! I cursed out loud. It was so damnably obvious, I deserved to be in this predicament. Whenever brother had increased his power, through one of his many rituals, he looked high, like I had felt, and I had felt . . . drained. He wasn't truly increasing his power, he was leeching mine. Bloody flaming Hel. I remembered one of brother's favorite runes, which he had used on me a few times, and I myself had tried, in the hope I had inherited some of his immense power, the air one. I traced it vaguely in the air, using my finger as a brush, not completely sure of what it was, although I remembered it was three horizontal strokes crossed by two diagonal, and a 'V' shape in the middle. I screamed, "AIR!" not remembering the incantation, hoping I'd still get the right reaction, and was rewarded with a strong blast of wind that would've knocked me off my feet if I was standing, but propelled me into the cliff face as it was. I quite literally slid off of it, my face bloody and burning, and into a cave. I was rather surprised I had survived.

I got up, and tried to remember a healing rune, but all I could remember was the sanitizing one, a circle with three smaller circles on the right. I shrugged my shoulders, drew the circles in the air around my face, and muttered, "Clean." I felt an intense burning pain, and groaned. The pain passed as quickly as it had come, and I sighed in relief. I kind of pointed at myself, and shouted "HEAL," and some of the skin began to knit itself together, although I could feel the high dying, quickly. It was an odd feeling, a mixture of someone quite literally sowing my face back together, and an odd sense of loss.

I must've passed out sometime later, for I awoke face-down on the floor. I groaned, and gingerly touched my face, and hissed sharply at the sudden pain. I quickly removed my hand, and squinted in the darkness. Dusk had fallen hours ago, and I was starving. I noted that some of the high had returned, and feeling my thirst decided to attempt a more difficult combination of runes. I picked up a relatively flat rock, and drew the water rune on it, which looked like a gallows with little drops of water on one side, and a rectangle within a rectangle withing a rectangle on the other side, the finding rune. I muttered "Find," and the rock started to pull forward, deeper into the cave. I couldn't remember the rune for light, so I took a rock, drew the rune for ball, an equilateral triangle with another, smaller equilateral triangle hanging on each of the angles, and said, "Light." It drained more from me then I had hoped, but got the job done, creating a kind of luminescent ball that I could kick around. I didn't have the energy to weave float into the enchantment, and just followed the stone, which eventually led me to a clean underground stream. I dropped down on all fours, and drank deeply from the cold water, which not only sated my thirst, but also numbed the aching pain of my face.

I dropped off later, sitting by the stream. I awoke feeling the aching pain of my face, and was once again thirsty, although not hungry yet. The rock had dimmed, and lost its ball shaped form, and I found another rock, which I could use to carve off a little of the first rock, allowing the rune to stay longer. I also remembered the word for light, and when I cast the spell, "Elsnon," the ball bounced up into my hand, glowing like a chandelier. I squinted my eyes to get them used to the light, and put the ball behind my head, allowing me to see without seeing the fierce light. I had come in from the left of the stream, so I might be able to find an exit from the right. I continued along the stream, and upon remembering the rune for light, had added it to the enchantment. It looked like a circle on top of an open rectangle, with a small horizontal line inside the circle.

Eventually, I came to a wall with nothing but a large picture of a lightning bolt, over a rune for air, the pentagram for invoking a god, and a bull. "For invoking Zeus? Why would you invoke. . ." my sentence trailed off as I watched the wall disappear, lightening in colour after I mentioned Zeus, and had allowed light to come through by the time I mentioned 'invoke'. Inside the cavity, there was a small group of five people. I stood there gaping.

"That's the worst crafted witch-light I've ever seen!" a rather short man with a long black plaited beard yelled at me.