[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

[color=c4df9b]“That could [i]not[/i] have been one minute already.”[/color]

Arabic.

The language she chose was Arabic.

Her finger moved rapidly through the air, drawing out lines of scrawling script that filled in the empty spaces of the ever expanding pattern, stopping only to swipe her hand across the entire span of the circle to add another wall to the prison.

The world was a vast place, filled with innumerable civilisations and cultures, each with their own languages and histories and philosophies. Their own magic. Every culture in history had developed their own forms of magecraft at one point or another and most of the time they did so almost independently of each other; there was some cross pollination of ideas of course, knowledge carried with traders and travelling scholars or simply stolen when one culture decided to take from another, but for the most part everyone found their own way through the arcane.

While academically these stumbling discoveries of magic from early civilisations were interesting, it led to a lot of useless repetition; the wheel reinvented a dozen times over. These were the commonalities, the same spells invented everywhere because everywhere had need of them; healing, scrying, the ability to do harm and the ability to protect against harm. And sealing. Every culture needed to be able to seal away the dark things that should be kept out of the light of day; those that couldn’t find a way to do so [i]definitely[/i] didn’t survive. The differences in magic came from what each civilisation prioritised or found important enough to dedicate more time or effort too; sometimes influenced by the culture that they had sprung from, but sometimes out of necessity. Magic from Britain for example had become a subtle thing over the centuries, influenced by the increasingly hostile environment it found itself in; even after magic was revealed to the world at large that had remained the case.

Morgana finished another line of script with a flourish as she completed the first of three incantations; reverse. Then she cut her hand across the pattern again to draw a line, forming a triangle within the circle.

She chose Arabic, because mages from the Middle-East had always been particularly, unusually good and creating seals designed to leash, command or even control being more powerful than themselves. Why? Because of the Jinn. Spiritual entities, neither good nor evil, that for millennia had been invoked, conjured, sealed and commanded by various mages and rulers. While they weren’t the only culture to deal with creatures of that nature their presence in the region and their influence on Arabic culture had necessitated the creation of magics to deal with them.

Another line of script flew into place as it was completed, the second incantation of three; protect. Another two slashes of her hand in a ‘V’ shape added two more straight lines on top of the triangle.

Demons, angels, spirits, even lesser gods; all could and had been sealed before. Eldritch power was something unlike any of those things though. It was a world apart, a dimension apart, from anything any cultures ever had to deal with sealing away, rendering centuries or even millennia of knowledge obsolete. It had only been six years since the Abomination was destroyed, since they could truly begin to study it and begin to adapt new magic to its foreign nature; only six years to reinvent an entire branch of magic to deal with something incomprehensible.

The third incantation slid into position; seal. The drew the final line with her hand, definitively, as she drew the last line to form the second triangle on top of the first, pointing the opposite way so as to form a six pointed star. The Seal of Solomon, with her own touches to account for the fact that this wasn’t some genie she was putting back in its lamp.

[b]Reverse[/b]. The flow of eldritch energies pouring from the knife the biker had embedded in his hand began to change direction, rushing back the way it came and heading back towards the artefact as it exited his body.

[b]Protect[/b]. A ward of protection was placed between the artefact and the biker, preventing the flow of energies from starting up again once it had completed its journey. It wouldn’t hold forever, but it would prevent her work from being undone long enough for the third incantation to take effect.

[b]Seal[/b]. The prison was placed around the knife, the walls closing down around it as the locks were put into place and the artefact was contained. This too was just a temporary measure, something to prevent the knife from being used a second time until a proper ritual could be put into place to lock the thing away forever.

Morgana kept her eyes open long enough to see her efforts take effect and then she collapsed.

[@Kumbaris]