Celtic Cross of Protection

Created by: Brianne A.Alcinoos of EGoV
Registration Number: MS792
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Her feet trudged up the hill, cloak flapping around her feet in the cool wind that was blowing; a small pack over her shoulder which held but a few essential items for the task this night.  She silently wished for a warm summer evening for when she was casting her magic, but it always seemed to be cold when she needed to be out in nature to do her work.  Maybe that was just the best way she worked.

Reaching the crest of the hill, she moved towards a tree and gently dropped the pack to the earthen floor, eyes casting up to the dark sky.  No moon would aid her this night.  Moving back towards a large oak tree at the top of the rise, she softly ran a hand over it.  “Wächter-Engel Ariel, Seien Sie bitte mit mir diese Nacht und bewilligen Sie Ihren Segen.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, they reopened with a sparkle in the corner, a brighter blue than they normally shone.  Her breathing quickened as she felt the second presence within her, hands moving to do the work before her physical body could no longer contain the elemental creature.

Small hands pulled open the strings keeping her pack closed, drawing out the cross first which was wrapped in black velvet cloth.  This was placed in the belt at her waist before a small vile was drawn out as well as a green and brown cloth, and lastly a small pouch filled with crystals of salt.  The simplest of things really, but things which could enhance the protection and stability power of an object given the proper blessing of a guardian angel.

Moving back towards the oak, she leaned with her back against it and quickly undid the tie about the small pouch, upturning it onto the ground all around her.  As if they were small bugs, the crystals began to move and form into an upside down triangle with a line through the middle and a hook at the end, one of the symbols for Earth.

Next, the cross was unwrapped from the black velvet, the cloth tossed over a shoulder as she pulled the stopper from the vial, the strong scent of the patchouli oil washing over her before half of it was poured over green and brown cloth, her right hand working it into the cloth just as much, the sparkle in her eyes flickering as her body shook.  Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her breathing for a few moments, before opening her eyes again and her hands working the cloth into the ironwork of the Celtic cross.

An old enhancer it was, so she used the patchouli oil to shine it up well, that it might look like new.  But this alone was not the cause for the choice in oil.  The patchouli plant was known to grant stability, the essence of what earth is; that one might not be moved.  It would aid in keeping one’s mind and body stable in a fight, whether the fight be a boxing match or a drunken daggers match.

Scrubbing as quickly as she could, she felt the presence within her surge once again to the surface, looking through her eyes, a burning sensation as a mortal body was not to be her home.  Gasping for air, Brianne closed her eyes and leaned back against the tree once more, feeling tired and weary.

Finally, she pushed up again to her feet, eyes opening she looked up into the dark night sky. 

“Wächter-Engel Ariel, rufe ich thee hervor,
Ich bitte um Ihren Segen und Ihren Schutz;
Bringen Sie Ihre Energie in dieses Kreuz,
Daß die Belastungen des Halters von Ihnen getragen werden können.

“Wächter-Engel Ariel, rufe ich thee hervor,
Grant Ihr Segen der Stabilität.
Grant Ihr Segen der Stärke.
Grant Ihr Segen des Schutzes.”

The angel’s power burst through her then, eyes lighting up like a star, the cross in her hands reacting to the magic glowing brightly with a magic all its own. 

The light fading slowly in the darkness of night, Brianne’s eyes fell closed as her body, and only her body, fell to its knees and she fell forward into the dirt.  The pendant clutched to her chest where she would find it when she woke to be delivered to the Chancellors.

~April 16, 2007~