She would show them. Show all those stupid fae who didn't understand her powers. Who treated her like she was diseased just because she had learned when they couldn't. Shahira smiled, pleased at her work. The setting wasn't ideal, being stuck out in the woods, but it wasn't bad. The power she was gathering here kept the animals away, even with the scent of blood heavy in the air.
Runes of power and magic were everywhere. The clearing floor and the trees and rocks surrounding it were covered in the symbols of power, drawn in blood. It should have dried a while ago, but the power kept it fresh, red and steaming. A pile of animal corpses lay outside the magically charged area, tossed there when she was finished with them.
The half-fae girl lightly touched one of the runes, feeling the power there. Her skin was almost the same shade as the bark there. Stepping carefully over the designs scrawled onto the grass, Shahira moved to the center of the pattern. Drawing out a knife, she carefully sliced it over her palm, the dark blood welling out of the cut.
Lightly touching one of the runes, she sent a small touch of power against it, testing her circle. The result made her smile again, taking her hand away and delicately stepping over the designs to make her way to the center circle. Drawing a dagger, the half-fae slid the sharp blade over her palm, blood welling out of the wound. The girl crouched down, pressing her bloody palm print onto the ground in the center of the circle, "Mei."
There. Standing again, Shahira licked her palm, the skin closing behind her tongue. Moving out of the inner circle, Shahira held her hand out, still covered in her blood, though no longer bleeding. Her voice was harsh when she spoke, the air burning from the raw power in the words, "Phasmatis of aer sand quod mare , Convoco aborior angelus solvo ventus EGO transporto is poema poematis , Addo Nex pro mihi pro meus vicis Veneficus copiae copie niger quod niveus."
Power flared through the clearing, the scent of blood and burnt filling the air. A wind rose up, sending the tails of her dark green hair fluttering around her. The fae's smile got wider and she continued the spell, "Tenus sicco per tractus quod lux lucis is recedentia vel exsisto is propinquus Addo nos everto hic dico in everto , Pervenio tergum per totus ages. Imperium quod take suus vox invite him in nostrum orbis meus."
A shape was forming now, pulling up from the darkness that had formed in the center circle. Almost there!
"Nomen In meus vox EGO nomen vos Morgan!"