Pure Spirit Magic

Sometimes the mystery stares at you face to face...

A Short Magic Story of Old

There was once a kind of magic so pure and untainted that it was the most powerful magic anyone had ever seen. Something so simple. Small and gentle, but profound when acted upon. It was both written and orally passed down to generations of a story about a powerful Spirit Wordsman whom went by many names. A tongue and pen of ancient age said this man was loved and hated by many. Some envied his miracles, as they called it. But this man... understood something that the rest of us could not fathom, whether it was magical abilities or a mundane lifestyle. He did everything perfectly and often said so in his Father's Celestial Name.

Perception of Purist Form

This man often did something before every act of magic. Some say he chanted something and others say he prayed. He healed a great many people among his travels as a Sojourner, and never once did he lift a wonder blade against any. A group of people saw his capability and wondered why this man wasn't using his power in a magnificent way. The more they watched him among his adventure across Miria, the more they feared him. They had perceived that this man could take over the world, should he want to. So, they devised to kill him.

The Heart of Spirit Magic

How this uncorrupted light is manifested into magic is keeping oneself pure before God, at all times. This man was able to do just that all his life and thus was able to perform such power and endurance. That is not to say he himself didn't feel the affects of power going out from him and how draining it is. The reflection of magic is this: he was able to press forward because he and his Celestial Father had a close relationship.

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