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Iliana Dominick is sunshine personified (wildpowerwitch) wrote in wariscoming,

Calling the Wild Power - Iliana and Loki
People were hurting around her, suffering, nature was screaming in agony, the seal was doing...something she didn't quite understand but, no, no something was being done to it. That much was clear to her, Iliana wished she was better trained, better at what she was only learning. Loki had said he would teach her and Iliana totally hoped she'd still be around for him to teach. But things were way messed up Someone had just died, someone powerful, and someone was angry, really angry, someone had been lost to hell, someone else was injured, more than she could think about.

Martha was trying, they all were, all the doctors, but there were so many.

So many that she knew if she was trained, she could do more. She could find more, bring potions, salves. Or well, there was the other thing, but she didn't know about that.

Her blue fire was unpredictable, would it come, would it listen to the hurt in her heart or the pity, the wish to see people saved or aided in battle. Iliana looked around her, blue eyes watching keenly as the doctors did their work. There wasn't going to be enough, there were going to be more deaths, more and more and more. People were already suffering. It was pointless to argue, she had her answer. Iliana knew what she had to do.

And so the Witch Child acted quickly, grabbing a sharp knife from Martha's field kit Iliana cut into her arm, watching the blood flow, feeling it flow and finally calling the words she knew so deeply within her. This wasn't training. This was nothing she could learn.

"My most ancient mother to you I call. Hecate hear your daughter. The Witch Child calls to you. I am the lost with, the one from the hearth who still holds the spark. Your wild power. And I summon my birthright. My flame. Do your work."

The fire came in a rush, blue, rushing out in an arc, around her, destroying their enemies and healing her allies, for around ten seconds and for around ten feet from her it burned, hurting no one she did not wish it to. And finally, it relented. Iliana lasted long enough to be amused the wound on her arm was gone too.

"Kinda..awesome." she said softly, before falling toward the ground, she wasn't hurt. She was drained. The price for her fire.