Kadja: Gaining Power 2/4

(MF mast bondage dragon magic)

My sister, Jayne, is a natural Erosceror.  She’s gotten training, and told me enough about it to understand how power flows through the chakras of the human body  Chakras are little centers of anima within the body of all living creatures.  Humans have seven primary ones, and several smaller ones.  The primary ones run from the base of the spine all the way to the top of the head.  

Like her, my strongest chakra is the second one, centered on the womb in women and with the power of sex, feelings, and desire. Unlike her, I don’t have access to my personal magic.  Most people can’t do much with their power: usually that is because they don’t have much.  

Some people have a lot of power but don’t seem to use it.  They are still successful, sure, but they’d be exponentially more successful if their chakras were open.  I’m in the latter category. I’m good at what I do, but if Jayne is right, then I have a lot more going for me than skill and practice can get me.  All I need to do is to learn to open my chakras to the anima around me.

But I’ve never been able to.  As far back as I can remember, Jayne has been able to do such wonders, while I had to struggle on my own.  It worked okay, it kept us alive on the streets of Winterhaven.  She did certain things well, keeping us warm and taken care of, and out of trouble. Sorcery of any kind, particularly second-chakra sorcery can only get you so far in the material world.  That’s where I came in.  Jayne says my third chakra, which governs motion, is almost as bright as my second.  I’ve never been still, and I’ve always been spry. I didn’t always do the right or legal thing, but I kept us alive.

Jayne finally found a Master to teach her how to use her power, and I found Mistress Travia to teach me my own. We didn’t have to live on the streets anymore, but we still struggled to get by.  And that would just be harder without Travia’s support.  Jayne would be fine, but I’d be totally on my own.

To avoid being on my own, normally I’d turn to my lover Malkem. He was my main male companion and primary lover; he was also out of town.  He’d finished up his training a few months before, and had taken a job as a caravan guard.  He was Medrhi as well, but of a different school.  We’d argue about whose was a better school, which often led to combat-inspired sex.  He wouldn’t be home for a few months, so I had found other amusements.  I’m sure he did the same; no Medrhi schools revere abstinence.

So I was a bit indisposed when I finally saw Jayne again, two days after my meeting with Travia, and still sooner than I’d expected.  I’dd spent the last two days getting drunk, getting laid, and sleeping in.  I was working hard on a third day when she showed up.  The bar got quiet when she walked in — not because she didn’t belong, but because of the air about her.  

She walked over to my table and gave the men on either side of me a look which caused them to get scarce.  No one in their right mind wants to deal with an irate Erosceror.  But sometimes they’re your sister.  Most of the regulars knew her, of course, so it wasn’t hard to tell something was up.  I quickly drank half my ale, and pushed a drink across to her. 

“Hiya, sis,” I slurred.  “Have a drink.”

“Antonio said you might be drowning you sorrows.”

“He told you that, eh?  Well tell the bastard that they swim pretty good.”

“You’re lucky we were interrupted,” Jayne ignored me. “The ritual we were working on takes two weeks. You only have one.”

“Five days, now,” I said. “And it’ll be my anniversary.”

She sighed at me, and took my hands.  “C’mon.  Let’s go home.”

Home was on the second story of the tavern, a one-room apartment we shared.  It wasn’t much, but it was ours.  And it was above my favorite bar, after all.  “Don’t wanna go,” I countered.

“Sure you do.  It’s nice and warm and s oft in our bed upstairs.  You can sleep and dream pleasant dreams.”  She squeezed my hands, and looked me in the eyes while she talked to me.  She smiled held me for a moment when she finished.

“Uh, sure,” I said.  My head wasn’t very clear, and it seemed like she was right.  Time to sleep.  

We walked upstairs, leaning on each other as we climbed.  She let me to our bed, pulled down the covers, and tucked me in. I wasn’t wearing much,anyway — I rarely do. She started getting ready for bed herself.  “Tomorrow you can tell me all about it.”

“Yeah.  Mistress said to talk to you.” I mumbled a bit, the bed sapping my strength and luring me off to sleep.

“She did? Travia wanted you to talk to me?”  She stopped and touched me on the shoulder, getting my attention.

“Yeah, ‘Tell your sister I sent you to her’ she said.”  I yawned, and snuggled under our fur blankets. 

“Really,” Jayne said.  She kissed my forehead.  “Sleep dear sister, sleep.  I’ll be back in the morning.” 

And with that, she was gone.  Or I was just asleep.  I don’t really remember.

What I do remember is waking up the next morning, my sister hovering over me in her robes from the night before wielding two hot mugs of kava, and my head pounding from the night before.  For the first time in days, I didn’t just want more ale to fight the ache.  I took the mugs of kava from her, as she slipped into bed next to me, like we used to do as children to confide and comfort.

I handed her back her mug, and sipped my own. She wrapped her hands around the mug, and said. “So.  Tell me about it.”  I told her about my fight with Antonio, and my discussion with Mistress Travia.  She knew most of it, about how I couldn’t sense my chakras the way she has always been able to do.

She looked at me. “There is nothing in you stopping this from happening.  You can do this for yourself.  There’s no need for special measures.”

“And what have you ever suggested that I haven’t tried, Jayne?  I’ve meditated, and focused.  Don’t tell me that Travia’s training doesn’t require discipline and control.  I’ve listened to you tell me about your training, and your sense of magic, and I’ve tried.  But it’s not there, it won’t respond to me, and it won’t do what I want.”

“It’s your power, Kadja.  Yours to be claimed.  You can do this.”

“Almost twenty years, Jayne.  That’s how long I’ve tried to do this.  Seeing you, my big sister with her easy magic, and just trying to be like you.  Nineteen years, I’ve tried. All of my life I’ve tried.  If I couldn’t honestly do it before now, how am I going to do it in five days?”

“Four now,” Jayne said, looking away from me.

“Right. Thanks for setting me straight, sis.”  I leaned back against the headboard, holding my kava, and not looking at my sister.   She did the same, and we lay there, the old argument and jealousies between us.

“There’s another way,” she whispered.  “It has risks.  It can leave you beholden.”

“But I would have my power?” I asked, still staring into my kava.

**

“Access to it, yes.  You’ll still need training, for instance.  You’d still need to claim your power, but you’d be able to touch it.”

“The training I will get from Mistress Travia.  She’s promised me that much. And it is my power, right? If it’s mine, it’s mine.”  I reached out to her, and turned her to face me.  “Tell me how it is done.”

“It’s a ritual.  I can help perform it, but I need another’s help.  Three nights from now, I want you to meet me at the gate to Temple Hill.  We’ll do the ritual there.”

“What kind of ritual?”

“You know what kind of ritual,” she said. “I’m an Erosceror, you’re Medrhi. You know where our magic comes from.”

I nodded. “Okay, I can do that.”

“There’s one more thing,” she said. “No sex. No masturbation.  Don’t come anytime in the next three days.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No, I’m serious.  It’s important for the ritual. It builds power in the sacral chakra, which we’ll release during the ritual.”

I sighed, and nodded. “Okay, I can see that.  Three nights is the full moon.”

“Right,” Jayne said. “That’s convenient, but not required.  I need to organize things, and you need to fast from sex.  Those are the key things.”

I nodded.  “I’ll be there,” and drank my kava. 

“You can do this,” she said rising from bed. I pouted at her. “You should get out, use the excess energy.  Maybe do some prowling.”  

I smiled at that. She opened the door to go out. “You’re not going to sleep?” I asked.

“Too much to do,” she smiled.  “Take care. See you three nights from now.”

She put on her slippers, and set her kava on the table, and slipped out the door.  She was going to be busy, great.  I just got all the stuff I liked to do taken away.  I couldn’t fuck, which meant I couldn’t drink, and I better not fight either.  I drank down my kava, and lay back in bed wondering what I’d do.

**